This one means “Black Roast” and it’s another Venezuelan classic and, probably, my favorite. The name comes from the color the roast acquires. from being cooked in dark caramel
My sister Claire has always been the one to make it for our family. She’s adventurous, doesn’t mind the mess, and has her own way of doing it. It’s almost instinctual. So yesterday, I decided to be adventurous and found a recipe that seemed like something I could do and there would be no mess. This recipe is by Edgar Leal and I found it in an old post on The New York Times.
I followed all the steps but, again, made some minor changes. Instead of white sugar I used Florida Crystals Pure Sugar Cane, I left out the cilantro, and I pureed the vegetable to include them in the sauce (which I reduced a bit) while the roast rested. For the wine, I used an open bottle of Ravenswood Zinfandel that I had from the night before
I am still working on learning how to take pictures as I go so that I can show my progress. In the meant time, I leave you with a photo of the final product served with white rice and steamed asparagus.
While driving in the car with my son, I had to give way to an ambulance that was headed just a couple of blocks ahead of where we were. There had been an accident. No one was hurt, but I was able to infer that a cyclist had been hit by a car; a Jeep Liberty to be precise. As we drove past the accident my son stated that he, and i quote, LOVES seeing accidents. I needed to understand why, and so I asked. His explanation made sense, he said the accidents made him ask questions and therefore he learned new things. He said he found it ‘interesting’. It was then and there that I said, oh no, he’ll be one of those. He’ll be the cause of so many episodes of road rage. He’ll make people late. He’ll be a professional rubber necker.
I needed some piece of mind. I asked if he wanted to work on an ambulance. I was promptly reminded that his desire to be an astronaut hasn’t changed, and that I shouldn’t worry about missing him because perhaps we’d be able to communicate while he’s on a mission to the moon. He said that, maybe, I could track him on my computer the same way we track Santa. At the very least, I should be excited to hear everything he would have to tell me about the journey and the moon when he returns.
My son is a dreamer. My son feels that he can be whatever he wants to be. My son is confident and persistent. My son will achieve anything he sets his mind on. So what if he causes a bit of traffic? Today, I am a happy momma.