GUZMANS

Today is December 6th 2025. Today's post I will start in my blog THE SHEPHERD'S JOURNAL. It will be titled simply GUZMANS.

Just a reminder. I am not a scholar. I don't give two turds about impressing scholars because of my long-standing paranoia about being tied to a desk. 

You may have noticed Mexico and United States have intertwined history, about which I have some understanding because I'm older than dirt. 

The Guzman's are originally from Germany and have a long and storied history in mining. If you weren't born on a turnip wagon and have been halfway awake over the last 50 years, Mexico has gold in them thar hills. Americans can be a little bit conceited, but gold was discovered in Mexico long before we Americans discovered it in California. Hence the Spanish conquistadors conquering most of South America and Central America had especially Mexico City. 

Somewhere after the free trade of diseases where we brought smallpox and the Indians gave us a syphilis, Mexico allowed Germans to come in and mine a mountain or two or three. Like I said I'm not a scholar. Evidently, the Guzman clan from Germany decided to stay in Mexico, partly because they are food connoisseurs and partly because the Mexicans had some beautiful babes that they married. 

Let's skip the whole open border fiasco and fast forward to today. Daniel Guzman's father came from Mexico when the borders were a little looser and decided to come to Plymouth and open a restaurant called Marcello's. Somewhere the year when the Bears won the super bowl, my wife and I, that is my first wife, settled in walkerton Indiana and purchased a farmhouse in tyner and I'm not going to take the time to capitalize every little dippy town because I am not a scholar. Somewhere in the early 90s the precursor of standard motor Products was busy making millions and millions of feet of automotive and appliance wire and that is where Daniel and I first met. I was there when he came in all starstruck and went on and on and on about this beautiful Puerto Rican girl who he said he was going to marry and he did. 

Somewhere in this story Daniel convinced me to try out his father's restaurant Marcello's and one of their great items on the menu was menudo soup. I'll let you Google it but suffice it to say it's not easy to make and I know that there are some who leave the smell of s*** in the organ meat because I bought a can of it from Walmart. 

This week I discovered a can of menudo soup that was pretty darn good and I turned it into a Mexican casserole along with tamales, burritos, and pepper jack cheese which is American.

Yesterday started off bad but ended up amazing. You may have noticed on Facebook I'm turning into an international star. Because I am a very eclectic and interesting gospel preacher my Facebook following has exploded and I am past approaching the limit of 5,000. 50% of those followers which are 90% or more of gospel preachers and gospel musicians are from Bangladesh and yesterday on messenger I got started on a group chat that wouldn't shut up and I lost my temper hence the name mad dog. But slowly my soul was turned around by the great circumstances of life as I experimented with successfully a spontaneous casserole dish that had menudo soup and tamales. 

I think that'll give you enough details of the story so I can wrap this up and go get some coffee it's almost 5:00 a.m. later Gators. Oh the final note is lately I have fallen in love with the movie Wednesday. Her dad is portrayed by a great American actor by the name of.. wait for it.. Guzman.