Before making this dish I had always wanted to make my own marinara sauce, since pre-made marinara sauce is always too sweet for my taste. So I decided to gather all the ingredients to make my own sauce. Chicken parmesan is one of my favorites to make and it’s really nothing to it. However, when I made my own marinara sauce I made it too spicy and hot–I felt really bad for my younger brother who had to endure. The reason why something like this is important for my family is that when my mother isn’t home I try and cook something for my younger brother. I’m just lucky that he isn’t a picky eater, then I would really be in trouble. After making the chicken parmesan and pasta, I know for next time to keep others preferences and tastes in mind and not just my own. I was only thinking of what I like and not what my younger brother likes.
This is a recipe that I make usually for the holidays, like Thanksgiving and Christmas. I usually make plenty to feed many people. My uncle and aunt always have holiday parties, so this is my special dessert that I contribute to the family. It’s important for me to show my family that I care about them and that I am a part of this family. Sharing a food with my family during the holidays, is really what I means to be a family. Also, I learned to make candied yams specifically for my mother. She doesn’t cook very much, so I thought I would learn to make her favorite dessert. Another reason this is special to me simply because it’s something that I learned on my own. This was actually the very first dish that I started to bring to family gatherings. I don’t have a recipe that I exactly follow, so I can’t share it with you. However, thinking about this blog and thinking about what this dish means to me actually spurns the desire for me to keep a recipe journal.
Sometimes when I’m in the mood for a snack I make a sandwich, other times a quesadilla! Simple to make delicious and highly modifiable. This became one of my favorite snacks early on in life when I was about seven years old. My big sister would make quesadillas. At the time we lived in Juarez Mexico. I remember a distinct smell from the stove. the blue flames, the black iron skillet and my grandmother’s kitchen is what I think about when I eat a quesadilla. This snack makes me feel nostalgic for the days when I would have to hit the tv sometimes to watch el chavo del ocho on tv or play super nintendo with my cousins. My big sister seemed to know that we were much to busy to go sit and eat so she would humor our business sometimes and bring us snacks and occasionally watched as we played mario kart. Quesadillas remind me of my big sister and how she would always treat me so lovingly.
Growing up I always thought this was a common meal because I had it fairly often. The entomatada is like an enchilada except it is not spicy but instead it tastes more like tomatoes. This meal is made by soaking a tortilla in tomato paste and then filling it with chicken onions and cheese. This meal is my favorite. Second only to mole, but mole is for celebrations. Growing up, my mother would make us entomatadas almost twice a week. Now that I am older, and no longer live with my parents, I do not get entomatadas as often. Mostly because when I make them, they aren’t quite the same so I don’t make them often. However when I visit my parents, my mother always makes me some entomatadas. They make me feel like I never left. Entomatadas take me back to a time when I had no real responsibilities. Back to the days when I would spend my time riding my bike outside with my friends and race. To me, entomatadas mean, “welcome home mi hijo!”
In my family, huevos rancheros was usually a good omen of things to come. My mother was in a good mood and the world was good! This dish I actually learned to make myself and it is pretty easy. It consists of soaking a tortilla in some hot olive oil and breaking an egg on a skillet and making it over easy. A simple meal but non the less, this meal was the first cooked meal I had ever made. My mother taught me how to make it better too, by adding pico de gallo and pepper. A simple meal but with great taste. To me, when my mother made huevos rancheros it was always a good morning. This is the first meal I ever cooked for a significant other as well so in a way it has turned from a form of good omen, to a ritual of acceptance of an intimate other. It may sound silly but that is the significance that I put