Hispanic Heritage Month Poem: Ensalada de Bacalao

Poem by Tristan Franz

Poet, co-author of The Languages of Waves

Dedicated to our Founder's grandmother Carmen Perez Brañuela RIP 1922 - 2017

Ensalada de Bacalao by jeanoyolart

The Bronx, the South Bronx, by Hunts Point Ave and Southern Blvd

whatever happens to you happens to you, single mom laid off trying to survive for the kids, fast food frustration Hunts Point gets the leftovers, the worst leftovers but If you know where to go and how to go about it become a mad scientist and fall in love with cooking mind body soul, every little bit of it, the taste makes you who you are, Puerto Rico, bittersweet

Ensalada de Bacalao is never gonna come out like grandma’s

avocado red onion potato connecting like a circle

smooth, just taste it and you’ll know

white vinegar, grandma didn’t know about different types of vinegar

in Puerto Rico, you have what you have

and it tastes better the next day

Hard-boiled egg bell pepper tomato

like Hurricane George, like people helping each other

not just Spanish food, it’s a little bit of everything

My grandmother died at the age of 95

what kept her alive was

½ cup of olive oil

3 tablespoons of white wine vinegar

and her faith, protein

after all that struggle

Artwork by Jean Oyola

Visual Artist | Muralist | Creative Director @lineanimapr#jeanoyolart www.jeanoyola.com

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