K.Esquivel-LWFC

griddle, the sound of Tita's melodious voice,
singing as she cooked,
had kindled his sexual feelings. Just as
lovers know the time for
intimate relations is approaching from the
closeness and smell of their
beloved, or from the caresses exchanged in
previous love play, so Pedro
knew from those sounds and smells,
especially the smell of browning
sesame seeds, that there was a real culinary
pleasure to come.
The almond and sesame seeds are toasted
in a griddle. The chiles
anchos, with their membranes removed, are
also toasted-lightly, so they
don't get bitter. This must be done in a
separate frying pan, since a
little lard is used. Afterward the toasted
chiles are ground on a
stone along with the almonds and sesame
seeds.
Tita, on her knees, was bent over the
grinding stone, moving in a slow
regular rhythm, grinding the almonds and
sesame seeds.
Under her blouse, her breasts moved freely,
since she never wore a
brassiere. Drops of sweat formed on her
neck and ran down into the
crease between her firm round breasts.
Pedro couldn't resist the smells from the
kitchen and was heading
toward them. But he stopped stock-still in
the doorway, transfixed by
the sight of Tita in that erotic posture.
Tita looked up without stopping her grinding
and her eyes met
Pedro's.
At once their passionate glances fused so
perfectly that whoever saw
them would have seen but a single look, a
single rhythmic and sensual
motion, a single trembling breath, a single
desire.
They stayed in this amorous ecstasy until
Pedro lowered his eyes and
stared steadily at Tita's breasts. She
stopped grinding, straightened
up, and proudly lifted her chest so Pedro
could see it better. His
scrutiny changed their relationship forever.
After that penetrating
look that saw through clothes, nothing would
ever be the same. Tita
knew through her own flesh how fire
transforms the elements, how a lump
of corn flour is changed into a tortilla, how a
soul that hasn't been
warmed by the fire of love is lifeless, like a
useless ball of corn
flour. In a few moments' time, Pedro had
transformed Tita's breasts
from chaste to experienced flesh, without
even touching them.
If it hadn't been for Chencha walking in, back
from buying some chiles
anchos, who knows what would have
happened between Pedro and Tita;
perhaps Pedro would have ended up
tirelessly caressing the breasts Tita
offered him, but unfortunately that was not to
be.
Pedro pretended he'd come in for a glass of
lime water with sage,
quickly got it, and left the kitchen.
With shaking hands, Tita tried to go on
preparing the mole as if
nothing had happened.
When the almonds and sesame seeds have
been thoroughly ground, mix them
with the stock in which the turkey was
cooked and add salt to taste.