A little smile
I took the plunge, anyway, and whipped the dish together quickly and snapped a couple of photos. How hard could cooking it be? A cup of corn, some chile powder, hot sauce and parmesan, easy, easy and actually, pretty good.
I eat beef, as in a roast like prime rib, and hamburgers, and all steaks only until “warm” with the “bloody red juices” flowing; however, on the packaging for the pork loin roasts I buy, it says cook until thermometer reaches 160, which is what I do; we refuse to eat “pink” pork in this house.
Having passed the grain stalls they came to the fritanguerías – the fried stalls – where sweaty, plump women dropped thick pieces of fish into enormous frying pans. Laid out on the wooden trays that served as counters, the fillets of fried fish immediately cooled to take on an almost mineral appearance while thick slices of fried plantain – patacones – were heaped around them.
Tomás González, In the Beginning was the Sea