For so long we heard that song that said "The best hallaca my mom makes," to know at the outset that the letter was false! (The best hallaca was my grandmother, who took to the grave, or should I say, the ashes? - The secret sauce that she made in the most absolute silence prior secular send everyone fairly long the reed so that no one knew ...- and that was part of the seasoning (I never knew if the stew or mass) of hallacas, renowned for others. Our hallacas
were always special, when compared with others. Do not cook the stew, but it's macerated overnight in wine. Never put prunes, and almonds, or boiled egg (yechhh!!) And much less beans. We have seen all varieties of the same (up Goat!) But certainly not like ours.
3 years ago who did not like, and sometimes make me very, very necessary. The first two years, not to be mom, and the last two Christmases, being unable to eat, thanks Diabetes , Which does not mean you have committed an offense, but just
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This 24 does not prevent me of a pleasure and a typical Christmas at home: ham bread my father, with a very particular taste too. It tastes like childhood, the warmth of home, family. Knows memories. Damn ... how it tastes.
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