Over the hills and through the woods...

It’s off to work we go…

Oh, but before we go, I just wanted to let you know that I’m so thankful for all your votes and awesome comments. It because of them I’m able to keep going, love ya!

Like I said, because of *you* I find myself writing this 6th post in the Project Food Blog challenge.

At first I couldn’t decide in what direction to take this post. Then, I had an aha! moment. I decided I wanted you to get to know me a little better, and that’s why I’m taking you to work. Don’t worry I won’t make you code… unless you want too? 😉

As you can see from the pictures in the film strips above, my drive is actually quite scenic (aside from the gloomy weather). I drive above Lake Elsinore through Cleveland National Forest over Ortega Hwy (This road has more curves than Marilyn Monroe!), a two lane road which then drops me off in San Juan Capistrano. After a quick ride on Interstate 5 and toll road 73 we arrive in beautiful Aliso Viejo, CA.



Let’s take a stroll down memory lane…

It’s a hot summer day in Los Angeles, I’m 8 years old, and my dad has just told me we are going to go out for ice cream. Woo hoo!!!

We walk down the street to the bus stop on Sunset Blvd., sit down on the bench and we wait for any bus numbered 1-4 to show up. Only a few minutes go by and a bus arrives, we hop on and take a seat.

We ride along for what seemed like 10-15 minutes, get off the bus, cross the street and enter a little Cuban coffee shop. My dad says hello to the person behind the counter who then responds with a “Paquito! Chico, como has estado…!”

There’s a little chit-chat back and forth then the man behind the counter asks us what we’ll be having, I respond and say… Un helado de mamey por favor (Mamay Ice Cream, please) and my dad says un cafecito (an espresso).

I’m handed a tasty waffle cone with a scoop of the most amazing mamey ice cream, then a tiny espresso cup gets placed on the counter for my dad.

My dad and I hang out for a while as we each savor our treats and enjoy a pleasant conversation, involving stories from back in the old days.

Good times…



Pastelitos de Guayaba

Sunday was my husbands birthday. Last year he had a milestone birthday with a big 80’s bash, but this year he wanted to keep it low-key. We had a little brunch, watched a movie then went home and relaxed. While he was watching TV I decided to make him a special treat, his favorite Cuban pastry, he absolutely loves these.

When we started dating I wanted to share some of my heritage with him, so I took him to this “little” Cuban bakery Porto’s and ordered a couple of thier pastelitos, his favorite then and now “el pastelito de guayaba”.