Several days ago while Melaney and I were
travelling, we decided to stop at a
Soda (a small, local, probably unregulated eatery) and have something to eat. She came back to the truck with empanadas for
us. They were so tasty. I thought they
were deep fried. I had no idea how they
were made. We were describing them to
Rita, and she said “I know how to make them,
I will make some for you one day…”
Today,
is the day.
We were so late coming home from getting the
chair yesterday, she didn’t wait for us.
Today, the chair was delivered, and I have no idea how the delivery men
found us, but they did. They were to
come in the afternoon, but they arrived around 11. I was very pleased and surprised.
Rita arrived
just after the delivery truck. She saw
us take the wicker chesterfield out onto the correador, but wasn’t too
surprised. She brought a bag with some
ingredients for the empanadas. We had
thawed the plastic bag of minced chicken this morning. Rita liked my big plastic mixing bowl. She started shaking corn flour into the
bowl. I said “don’t you measure?” She
said “no” I replied “How can I learn, then?” She scooped the flour into my
measuring cup, and filled to overflowing one more, then about a half. She may
as well not have measured at all. She
went to sprinkle salt from the shaker, but I gave her the bag of salt. Then she held the bowl under the tap and
poured water over the mix, and mixed it up. Then she poured some more water,
then some more. About four or five times
she poured water into the mass of dough.
It’s just something that one has to feel…..I don’t know how, but she
saved part of the dough for tortillas and in the rest of the dough she squeezed
some sour cream and a few handfuls of shredded cheese, then a slight sprinkle
of sugar. Meanwhile she is mixing the
dough. When it had a particular feel,
she portioned it into small balls. She
cut two ovals from a plastic bag and placed a round of dough between them. She flattened them with a plate, then patted
them a little flatter. When she lifted
the top plastic, there was a nice little circle of dough and she put a couple
of spoonfuls of chicken paste in it, folded it over and crimped the edges. These were cooked in the frying pan, using a
little oil to keep them from sticking.
I was forced to
sit in my chair. My back gave in even
while I was using the high stool. I
watched from across the room. She made up
11 empanadas, and when they were cooked, we ate lunch together. The empanadas were delishioso!!! Melaney even liked the corn flour. I thought it was great. She had a mindset to not like corn flour, but
I am sure the experience today has changed her mind. I used to make johnnycake with corn meal, and
she liked that. It was a vehicle to put
syrup on, and she liked that. I asked
what her negative experience with corn was and it was from Mexico. She had
tried a tortilla there, something wrapped in a banana leaf, and she didn’t like
the taste. It probably wasn’t the corn
at all. (Was too!!--Mel)
We couldn’t eat
empanadas too often. They must be calorie rich, but once in a while, like
pancakes, one must have a treat.
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