Here's how it started:
Saturday morning meant peeling about 5 or 6 heads of garlic, and pureeing it with naranja agria, fresh oregano, lemon, peppercorns, oil and vinegar. All of this was slathered onto 2 beautiful "paletas" (pork shoulders) and left to marinate for over 24 hours.
The pork started cooking this morning at 8 am, nice and slow. My son made the comment, "I felt like I woke up in a Cuban restaurant!" Mid-afternoon, they were ready:
I served them with black beans and rice. My buddy Albert brought two tarts from the French Bakery down the street; apple and pear.
Can't eat like that and not have a CLASSIC Cuban cigar to top it all off: A Cohiba Robusto, known as the "CoRo" to afficionados.
Here's one HAPPY Dad, with the littlest one of the three precious children.





As always, drooling over the food pr0n...looks much better than our "Thing One is sick and Mommy has a migraine" nothing dinner of Cheetos and frozen things on Sunday.....
Posted by: Erica | June 21, 2006 at 06:59 PM