I love that word: Albondigas. It is so fun to say. It means “meatballs”. I love
this word as well, but more because I love to eat meatballs. Today at the comedor,
we had chicken soup with albondigas. These albondigas were different than ordinary meatballs that I had
eaten before. Since my grandmother makes the best meatballs in the world, you
have to make a pretty good ball to compete with hers. These were more of a
dumpling than a meatball, but they were the consistency and shape of a ball of
meat. They are made of maseca
(cornmeal), pulled chicken, tomato, peppers and onions, all mixed up and formed
into balls, which are then dropped into the soup. They actually taste pretty
good. Aesthetics clearly is not an important aspect of the balls. They look
like mud balls with bits of stick and bark sticking out everywhere.
But the
taste is what is important here. The soup itself comes with these strange
looking but tasty albondigas, yucca, quequisque, carrots, chicken, squash, tomato, peppers, garlic,
onion, sour orange juice, mint and cornmeal. It is delicious.
No comments:
Post a Comment