Archive for June, 2008
Ron Zacapa strikes again
Posted in Other with tags breakfast Sunday Times, coffee, food, my mom, rum on June 15, 2008 by Gabriel
We have a Sunday tradition, in where I get up early and make some coffee and breakfast for my wife. She takes care of me the rest of the week, so it really is the least I can do. We head over to the market, get the Sunday Times and I make coffee and breakfast for her to enjoy. We then lounge around and do nothing, which is fucking great!
This Sunday I decided to buy some Brioche and make some french toast, with some 30+ year Ron Zacapa that I purchased during my trip with my homie Tony K. to Guatemala. Oh My God that shit was delicious, because I also made handwhipped whipped cream with vanilla and some more rum, and for the healthy fruit component we added strawberries from the market. So so so good.
For the coffee, we Chemexed some Kenya Wango Estate Peaberry roasted on the lucky day of Friday the 13th by our friends at Barefoot Roasters and brought by hand by Tony Serrano. That shit was delicious. Fruity, smooth as hell, toasty, (not roasty) and some good ass savory notes to it. I like it a lot. Some sweet roasted tomato in there too a bit. It was a great breakfast.
I was talking to my buddy Baca about my upbringin’ as a latino working class/blue collar kid and how we were never foodies in our house. I have become much more of a foodie due to coffee (same for him). Had I made this breakfast for my mother, she would have called it too fancy schmancy, but for me, it’s fun and delicious and honestly not that difficult to make. Now if she had made us lunch, it would have been so fucking delicious, and definitely tougher to put together and yet, she wouldn’t think it was fancy schmancy. Puerto Rican food, heavy on grease, pork, beans, rice, steak and amarillos (swet fried plantains) is fucking fancy. but it is such a staple, that we never think of our food that way. our food is blue collar to the bone, and yet so hard to make taste of that authenticity. It’s amazing, what food brings to the table (no pun intended). it brings culture, upbringing, politics, tastes, personality, abilities…all together to be consumed.
Damn, I must be feeling that rum.
