After the Bronx Week Parade, the fun continues on Mosholu Parkway with
over 100 vendors; food from some of the borough’s most popular
restaurants; artists and crafts people, courtesy of the Bronx Council on
the Arts; and a live music concert throughout the day.
Come by Coqui The Chef's booth!
We'll have lots of goodies for you!
*taste "Salsa Tropical Appetizer"
*free Coqui The Chef tattoo
*purchase cookbooks
*T'shirts
*Aprons
and much more... When: Sunday May 22, 2011 Time: Starts at 12pm Where: MOSHOLU PKWY Reviewing Stand at Van Cortlandt Ave East
There’s nothing more satisfying then to have someone utter the words, those sweet words, “that was delicious!” But soon after your applauding guests fade away, you realize you’re still staring into an empty pan. We always wonder if our next dish is going to be a disaster. Sometimes cooking a great meal can be as easy as having the right tools, ingredients and of course passion. Being Puerto Rican, I have learned to appreciate our love affair with food. I can remember our kitchen and seeing my abuelita (grandma) going at it like some mad scientist. The smell of spices and herbs filled the lab as it slowly cooked for the base of her yellow fluffy rice. Her hands filled with spices and the sound of clinking pots, let me know that something magical was happening.
My favorite time was when we would go to the whole foods market. She always weighed the veggies and fruit with her hands and then smelled, squeezed, and stared at the texture for a long time. I honestly thought she was crazy and that we would never get out of the market, but then I noticed everyone was doing the same thing…then I thought, "that must be what makes the food so good.” As I got older, I realized that was the best way to pick them.
Now as an adult my friends and I tell jokes “You know you’re Puerto Rican when…..” well you know. It’s funny because it’s true. I might not have a wooden machete on the wall that says Puerto Rico on it, but I do have my pilón (mortar and pestle) and tostonera (wooden press for making fried plantains) . I could just imagine my family’s expression if I didn’t. When my grandma came over to my place for the first time, she went to the kitchen and asked if I bought the pilón. When I told her no, out came the wooden spoon and she hit me on the head with it. (For the record, my grandma is not abusive she just shows her tough love...the tough way.) Oh, and don’t get me started on the herbs and spices! If the food didn’t have the fresh cilantro or spice, well...olvidate! (forget it!) I explain to grandma that I live in the city not in the country and I can’t grow my own herbs and spices. “Then buy this brand”, she would say to me. As long as I found the brand she recommended, I knew in my heart my meals would taste fantastic. I’ve always admired her sense of taste and love for freshness.
If you ever find yourself staring into an empty pan remember you can never go wrong if it’s fresh and from the heart. I’ve learned that the kitchen is a magical place where with the right ingredients, tools and a dash of love you just might surprise yourself. Are you ready for some Good COOKING?
