Ah, summers in New York! Makes me think of sticky nights (hugging a fan by an open window), the squeal of neighbors splashing in open fire hydrants, and the pervasive ditty of the ice cream truck. Yes, summer in New York makes me think of the ice cream truck, and with good reason — they are everywhere. Whether it’s the quintessential truck of our childhoods, … Continue reading cassata.
The holidays are many things, some wonderful, some less so. But always, as another year draws to an end, I find they are a moment of reflection. Much has happened in the ¡dpm! household this year. Happy things — we got married! — and sadder ones — I lost my last living grandparent, my abuelita. I learned a great many things from my abuelita, and … Continue reading turrón de quaker.
vvitalny hosted a little art party this past week, and with an eye towards curating imersive experiences, we thought it would be fun to create a vvitalny cocktail for the occasion. There were a few options. We could find something that touched on the Polish-ness and Argentinean-ness of our pairing, or chose spirits that we liked personally, or create something pink and blue, colors which … Continue reading the “all summer”, or “the vvitalny”.
We knew we were on to something when we got off the subway in Corona, Queens, and the telephone posts were painted blue-white-blue like the Argentinean (and Uruguayan) flag. But we didn’t know how amazing that something was until we walked into El Gauchito and found…alfajores — and not just any alfajores, but our favorite brand, Cachafaz! — and bottles of bitter Terma, and homemade matambre … Continue reading el gauchito.
No trip to Argentina would be complete without a trip to El Pan de Azucar — that charming little bakery off the beautiful cobble-stoned Plaza General San Martin in Córdoba — for some colaciones. We can see it now. Glossy stacks of these palm-sized sweets crowd the counters, with their colorful packaging and handwritten signs that make us ache. It’s been two years now since … Continue reading colaciones.
Easter in my Italo-Argentinean household was unlike that of my friends, growing up. There were no basketfuls of plastic pastel eggs, nestled among shiny strands of green, no pink bunnies with pinker nubs for noses, no neon-colored peeps. There were no hunts for brightly colored jelly beans or tiny chocolates wrapped in crinkly purple and blue. That’s not to say we lacked for sweets (no … Continue reading pansitos para pascua.
Late October brings an interesting addition to stands heaped with squash and apples at the Greenmarkets in New York: a strange green fruit, seemingly under-ripened, knobby and oddly leathery, with just the faintest unidentifiable smell of sweetness. Few farmers carry this elusive fruit, and finding one is an annual mission of ours. The fruit is quince, or membrillo. And we got lucky last week: We … Continue reading dulce de membrillo (quince paste).
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