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...
Fried savory plantains, the Cuban equivalent of French fries: if you eat them hot, straight out of the fryer, seasoned with a little garlic and salt, you might forget that French fries even exist.
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....