As years fade into one another, I see my mom in a different light. She's no longer this super human who cures all boo-boos, can wipe my tears and calm my fears in one swift hug and has stunning aim with her chancleta, no matter the distance. She's a woman who's aging, who's body is starting to fail her, but still has exquisite aim with her chancleta. The realization that my time with her won't last forever becomes clearer to me with each passing day. With that sad realization comes the fact that I want to desperately, somehow, hold on to the things that made me cherish my childhood. One of those things is my mom's cooking, but like many Hispanic mom's there's no set recipe. It's a little of this, un poco de esto, bastante de aquello. There's no science to my mother's delicious culinary madness. However, little by little I am getting the recipes or as close as I can get to a set recipe. I'll be posting them here, but to be perfectly honest, I am posting them here more for me than for you.
You got the chancleta too, Boo? My apologies.
I am trying this recipe as I write, but I want to thank you for the touching words about the relationship of culture, family and food. It hit home with me because I never cooked until my mother became ill. I was able to sit with her and write all her Cuban recipes,.... But having never cooked until then, I didn't know what questions to ask. The punches and dashes were way to vague for me. Thank you for your Cuban recipes!
Hey I came across your post searching for the what Cubans really call this dessert- my mom and others all have diff names: burula, buruga, boruguitas- just curious what you all call it!