tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731001015254089831.post6672983547582408023..comments2023-10-05T12:03:37.495-05:00Comments on Writer in Progress - Lupe Ruiz-Flores Blog: My BookLupe Ruiz-Floreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14774297189032331537noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731001015254089831.post-26134339928629751732010-07-11T09:46:55.352-05:002010-07-11T09:46:55.352-05:00I know what you mean about translations. I grew up...I know what you mean about translations. I grew up calling them raspas and paletas. Both are yummy. Especially in this hot Texas weather! My best to you, Peni.Lupe Ruiz-Floreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14774297189032331537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731001015254089831.post-30925165050186349122010-07-11T08:20:53.101-05:002010-07-11T08:20:53.101-05:00Yay for prepublicity! You go! I hope many people...Yay for prepublicity! You go! I hope many people find their way to you from La Bloga.<br /><br />Y'know, I can never comfortably translate "raspa" into "snow cone." Snow cones tend to be Slurpees in cones instead of cups. Raspas have some body to them. But if I say "raspa" people who aren't from San Antonio don't know what I'm talking about.<br /><br />Same with "paleta." A paleta is frozen juice. A popsicle is frozen sugar water. No comparison.<br /><br />(Excuse me; carried away by my personal relationship with food.)Peni R. Griffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01781761011389542245noreply@blogger.com