This is a classic Cuban dish I grew up watching my grandmother
slowly make in the kitchen.
Not exact matches
I'm really happy to get to sneak
in another «
kitchen scraps» post this week before a more full - bodied blog post that is
slowly coming together (crossing my toes it
makes it here
in a few short days), and I hope you enjoyed the first post
in this series over the past weekend!
So I really would suggest you take it
slowly, item by item, and log your reactions to the same thing raw and cooked, and check quantities, and check combos... it IS hard and laborious and sisyphean, and by way of encouragement let me add it took me months of logging everything
in a little notebook kept on the
kitchen counter alongside a small digital scale, but the effort's worth it because
in the end you'll know exactly what's nay and what's aye and that
makes living
in a world loaded with food so much easier.
One camera goes
in the girls» bedroom, another
in the grown - ups» bedroom, and a third
makes use of an oscillating fan to
slowly alternate views between the
kitchen and the living room.
There is a fully equipped
kitchen with a bar and stools, great for sipping cocktails
in the day and evening while
in the morning, the bar
makes a nice place to sit and
slowly wake up with a cup of Nespresso coffee.