Monday, August 24, 2015

Traditional Bolivian Food


Tonight I was blessed with the wonderful opportunity to try traditional Bolivian dishes.  These dishes are neither lunch, nor dinner; they are more like what one would eat at a British tea party: small servings of sweet and savory treats.  

Starting at the front of the plate, there are 2 Masacos de Platanos, or banana mixtures.  Here in Bolivia the bananas are sweeter and richer than anywhere else, thus they are used as a principal ingredient in many dishes, or as a refreshing snack. (I eat them right off the tree at my abuela’s house).  The Masaco on the right (Masaco de Platano Verde con Queso) is mixed with cheese and is more savory whereas the darker one on the left (Masaco de Platano Maduro con Carne) is mixed with meat and has a sweeter taste.

Behind the Masacos de Platanos is a Masaco de Yuca (mixture of yuca).  Yuca is a specific type of potato grown here with a unique texture.  It is also a principle ingredient in many traditional Bolivian dishes.  Tonight’s Masaca de Yuca was a mixture of yuca and pork.

In the back left is a traditional, and very popular, Empenada de Queso.  Empenadas are pastries/breads with different combinations of cheese, meat and vegetables baked inside of them.  Tonight’s empenadas were classic ones consisting of only cheese inside of a sweet, croissant-like pastry.

Finally on the far right is a Sonso.  In order to make a Sonso, one must cook the yucca until it is soft and then with her hands mix in the butter, cheese and a pinch of salt.  This usually takes lots of upper-body strength.  Once it is mixed, she divides the dough in half, puts the first half on the plate, then tops it with a layer of grated cheese and the second half of the dough.

I enjoyed each one of these treats thoroughly, especially when accompanied by a cup of hot tea, and many laughs.  Tonight was a great learning experience and memory for me; I can't wait until next time!



Sunday, August 23, 2015

23 Agosto 2015

Within the last 4 days I have had more than 24 hours of travel time (first class woop woop) and only 12 hours of sleep in total.  The rest of the time has been spent running errands for my Papa’s HUGE 50th birthday party, meeting ALL of my family, and receiving more love than I could’ve asked for. It seems as though every time I sit down there’s another toast to me, another kiss on the cheek, another niƱa holding my hand, another heartwarming welcoming from a family member who cannot pronounce my name or whose name I can’t pronounce, all of which is in a language that I can barely understand or speak, just feel.  These last 4 days, and tonight especially, I have felt so much love and had so much fun in Santa Cruz disproving all of my pre-judgements.  It is 6:08 in the morning and I am still in my dress and heels from the party.  I am beyond exhausted but don’t want to go to sleep.  Why would I want to go to sleep when I can watch the sun rise on my balcony, representing the arrival of a new adventure, while listening to all the honking horns and party music that I learned to love on the last one? 


“sleep is for dead people” ~un amigo boliviano