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...
The next night, we went to a party that was again interrupted by Santa — but this time, his Cuban version. I’d warned the kids that this Santa might look a little different from the one we’d seen the night before, and sure enough, he was a little scrappier and spoke in rapid-fire Spanish....
Near the back entrance of our home is a little bodega where people line up every morning. It’s a simple open-air storefront that sells just one item: bread. Baked in central, government-run bakeries every morning, it is distributed every day across the island.
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...