Two years, two kids, and everything made from scratch in Havana, Cuba -- where rum is aplenty but everything else is not! Follow my adventures feeding my family...
This morning, I woke up and felt, again, like someone had died. One of my favorite grieving books is Joan Didion’s Year of Magical Thinking. We’re going to need four years of it. We’re also going to need a good breakfast routine.
The eggs took the most effort to find. Once or twice a month, our bodega receives a shipment of eggs, packed in large carton flats of thirty, and when they arrive, you know it. La bola en la calle, or “the word on the street,” gets out...
I used to take coffee for granted, before I moved to Cuba. On the island, I am learning about another way to drink and make coffee -- it's a slower process, as Cubans use Italian-style espresso makers on the stove, but one that is just as rewarding as I discovered at my friend M's home recently.
I spend about five to six hours of my week buying food for my family, because in Cuba, there is no one-stop supermarket like Safeway or Whole Foods. Even daring to put the words "Whole Foods" and "Cuba" in the same sentence seems comical, or tragic ... or both...