Thursday, December 03, 2009

One More Bookmark

 
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Some New Bookmarks

 
 
 
 

A Flurry of Bookmarks. A Barrage of Bookmarks. There are more but these are the ones for now.
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009

The Finished Product

 
 

This is what a pastel looks like after cooking in salted water for an hour. It tasted good, too!
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Conquering Pasteles

 
 
 
 

The Pasteles recipe
was something so revered in my family, I thought I would never be able to make them. It would be impossible, I thought to even come close to making them like Titi Sarita. Then I got the funny idea of making some with my daughters when I met up with them for Thanksgiving. It was a struggle. I wanted to make them, but I was scared to. My first attempt many years back had resulted in rubbery pasteles. So it was no wonder that I was hoping they would forget it. Just when I thought they had, my two daughters mentioned the pasteles again and that we had to be up early to make them. I really didn't have the complete recipe, but we did have all the essential ingredients including the pork (pernil), plantains (platanos), yautia, we had to forget the green bananas because they started to ripen, but we had sofrito, garbanzos, plantain leaves, achiotina, adobo, garlic, etc. There was no way getting out of it. It was doom or die, more or less. How could I disappoint mis hijas? They wanted so much to do them, and deep inside, so did I. So we started grating the 7 plantains, two yautias, and one potato. (The potato I felt was a sacrilege, since I never recalled one in Titi's recipe, but a good friend (she's a great cook) swore by it so I decided to try. I managed to grate half of one plantain, and Rosita took over my grater. Ana had one, too. I wanted to help grate more, but Rosita would not hear of it. Frankly, it was hard work and they were enjoying it!

So I ended up supervising. Checking and seasoning the filling, peeling the one potato and yautia, the latter being as slippery as soap, cleaning and preparing the leaves (with Rosita) by searing them over the hot stove. When you are making pasteles there is always plenty to do. I consulted the simplified hand written recipe, my Aunt Sarita, had given my mother. The recipe said, the ingredients to the recaito, and basically said what you had to do the day before, and then added the words that we were to "pegar hacer pasteles!" In other words, get to making the pasteles!

It was then that I had to rely on my memory of the several times I had helped make pasteles with all the womenfolk in the family. How they used a tablespoon filled with achiotina (annatto heated with olive oil or lard)to make a shiny circle on the plantain leaf, then scoop some masa on the leaf, make a little indentation and place the meat filling, add two garbanzo beans, one or two olives (Ana insisted I not be stingy with the olives), fold the banana leaf, then fold the parchment paper over it, and place the pastel on the string, loop the cords and tie it up. I thought we might be able to make 7 to 10 pasteles if we were lucky. To my surprise we were able to make 18, and after boiling them for an hour, to my utter shock and joy, they actually tasted pretty good! Modestia aparte!

What did I get out of this experience? First of all, it was a reminder of how much I love my daughters; they are the best girls in the world and with family we can do almost anything. And that I am no longer afraid of making pasteles. Gracias a Dios!
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See my previous entry to Pasteles
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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Mark Harris at Northland

 

Mark Harris, lead singer for many years for the group 4Him was leading worship at Northland today and it was wonderful. Some of the songs he has written have been long time favorites, so when he sang a couple of them, well, I had to pull out some tissue. One of my favorites is the Christmas melody, A Strange Way to Save the World which I had always sung with my whole heart. Then he sang the one I sang when each of my kids left home, who were like beautiful birds I had perched on my hand. For each one, and I had to open my hand to release them like I was releasing a beautiful bird testing and then growing strong to fly far away. The song that embodied that reality was Find Your Wings So thank you Mark Harris for expressing so well what was deep in my heart.
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