Sunday, October 23, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
How they bordar.
Pajarito
Llort Style embroidery
Girl's dress
Boy's Suit
Men's Shirt Collar
I took a cue from my artisania lady friends and pimped out my old TOMS shoes. I very much dig it.
The best meal ever
You would think that after more than a year and a half of beans, tortillas and fuerte dairy products, one meal of that killer combo would be the same as every other.
I thought so too. So I really can't explain how it came to be that I literally went crazy over my standard dinner the other night.
My host family cooks over wood fire. They grow their own beans, coffee and corn, which they make into frijolitos, cafecito, and hand patted tortillas every day. About a week ago, Nina Rosa made some cuajada, which is like fresh, soft cheese. She also made some crema, which is the salvadoran version of sour cream.
I came into the kitchen and threw my tortillas into the coals, because I like them a little toasted and crunchy. I scooped out some beans, and sliced some cuajada into my plate. Nina Rosa invited me to try some of her crema, which, she said, was thin, but good. I pulled the tortilla from the fire, and started eating. HEAVEN. I can't explain it, maybe it was a question of ratios, or maybe I was really hungry... All I know is that I had to force myself to refrain from a second helping. That's like inviting the gordita comments.
Maybe those "100 mile meal" people are on to something. There is a lot to be said for the custom of eating food grown from down the street with the people who bring it from seeding to the table.
I thought so too. So I really can't explain how it came to be that I literally went crazy over my standard dinner the other night.
My host family cooks over wood fire. They grow their own beans, coffee and corn, which they make into frijolitos, cafecito, and hand patted tortillas every day. About a week ago, Nina Rosa made some cuajada, which is like fresh, soft cheese. She also made some crema, which is the salvadoran version of sour cream.
I came into the kitchen and threw my tortillas into the coals, because I like them a little toasted and crunchy. I scooped out some beans, and sliced some cuajada into my plate. Nina Rosa invited me to try some of her crema, which, she said, was thin, but good. I pulled the tortilla from the fire, and started eating. HEAVEN. I can't explain it, maybe it was a question of ratios, or maybe I was really hungry... All I know is that I had to force myself to refrain from a second helping. That's like inviting the gordita comments.
Maybe those "100 mile meal" people are on to something. There is a lot to be said for the custom of eating food grown from down the street with the people who bring it from seeding to the table.
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