My dog was very hungry because with so many work to do I forgot to feed it. The animal pulled the mushroom soup on the floor and ate a lot of it. But afterwards it got sick. It seems there was a poisonous mushroom in the soup. I thanks Saint Paschal for the pet doctor gave serum and other medicine to the dog and saved the animal. Because the dog keeps my company and I love it very much—almost like my children.

I used to cook delicious pork chops or ham and eggs for my family because I thought these are very nutritious dishes. But one night some pigs with wings appeared to me. They looked at me in an accusatorial way. I got scared and implored Saint Quiteria to protect me from the pigs. I promised I’d cook only chicken breast and fish fillet and I’d even make eggs without ham. I thank the Saint because the pigs never come back to look at me.

Since my wife started her diet, she began sleepwalking at the nights. She went to the kitchen and brought cookies, cakes and fruits in the bed. When she finished with this, she went to take more. In the mornings she didn’t remember her night adventures and thought it was me who brought all the food. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan because my wife finished her diet because by her opinion she became notably thinner. And she stopped sleepwalking.

I spoiled my dog and let it eat at the table. But when I married a wonderful woman, I was afraid she wouldn’t allow my dog to eat with us. But she happened to have two well-mannered piglets and they also ate at the table. I thank the Virgin of San Juan because we are a very happy family now.

My son’s godfather used to turn into a werewolf during the full moon because he had been bitten by one. When his wife got sick and I had to visit her every night, I took a lot of sausages and stakes so the werewolf wouldn’t attack us. Thanks to the Virgin of the Rosary he did never bite me nor my son.

Virgin of San Juan, thank you because the doña Chole’s dog didn’t do any harm to me and only took sausages that my mother had asked me to buy.

Juan Manuel Nuñes
Tacubaya, Mexico City
August 1, 1980

One day I was cooking and I felt I was floating in the air. I managed to come down only some time later. I was afraid and prayed to Saint Paschal because I continued to fly every day. Finally the saint made me understand that it was caused by quesadillas with mushrooms that I loved so much and ate frequently. Obviously, they were hallucinogenic. Now, when I stopped eating them, everything is back to normal. I thank the Saint because it’s hard to cook while flying.

My son Raul went to the market to buy sausages and on his way back he was attacked by an enormous dog, that jumped on him and knocked him down. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan because the beast only ate the sausages and the bread and didn’t bite my son.

Sister Clementina and sister Lucia dedicate this retablo to Saint Paschal Baylon in gratitude because he blessed them and gave them ability to make mole and chili en nogada that the bishop enjoyed so much. He was very happy with the food.

Puebla de los Angeles, 1946

I used to cook chicken for my family because they liked it very much, and also I knew that chicken meat is very nutritious. But one day I was so tired, I fell asleep right in the kitchen. In my dream, I saw the ghosts of the chicken I had cooked. They looked at me with sadness, like they were reproaching me. I thank St. Francis for now on I cook fish and I have no more nightmares with the chicken ghosts.

My son Luisito used to eat so little, and he was very weak and thin. I was worried about his health. One day our cat, who is a voracious eater by the way, got on the table and started to eat our food. My son laughed and started to eat from his plate like a cat. I decided to let the cat eat from the table if only it helped to Luisito to eat more. Even if he eats like a cat, with bad manners, I thank the Virgin of Zapopan because my son has put some weight and has even grown up a little bit.

The Sunday I made a tasty mole for my husband’s birthday dinner. But I dropped the pot, it fell and broke into pieces. The mole spilled on the floor. I felt miserable and didn’t know what to do because our guests were about to arrive. I was smitten with remorse so I entrusted myself to Saint Paschal. After that I picked up the mole in another pot. By the miracle it looked like it didn’t fall on the ground. On the contrary, it was tastier, and nobody became ill after eating it. I give thanks.

Margarita Peña was very nervous because of the arrival of her parents-in-law, who were coming from the capital. She broke the saucepan with the shrimp soup and burned the stew. Finding herself in such a disaster she entrusted herself to the mercy of the Virgin of San Juan. The Virgin made the parents-in-law miss the train and arrive the next day. Margarita gives thanks to the Virgin.

March 28, 1949