Isidro slices open a torete fruit with a small knife. His wife, Maria, breaks the two halves of the spiky round ball into pieces, handing one to her grandson and another to Yorlenis and me. “Los ninos son debiles,” she says. “Quieren café con azucar. “Cuando era chica, comí esta, nada mas,” she says in that familiar When I…… Continue reading What’s That Fruit: Torete
After I’d learned how to prep rice before cooking, Elvia gave me a bundle to take home. I promptly handed it off to my eight-year-old best friend to guard; I was on my way to the river for the last time, with my teenaged students. They wanted to take a group picture in the daylight;…… Continue reading Arroz Nuevo: Part 2
Hojaldre and tortillas de maiz are a few of the foods that marked the makeup of a day in Soloy, from morning to dark.