Somewhere along the way my weekends turned into Insane Cooking Days. I spend almost all Saturday and Sunday cooking. Now, this doesn't mean I come out of it with enough lasagnas to build a fort, or with piles upon piles of delicate pastries, or anything of the sort. Because it's so difficult to stand up and do things with my hands, it takes me a while to make anything.
This week we made humitas and spaghetti squash preserve (dulce de alcayota). Thing is, I couldn't remember what all the spaghetti squash stuff was used on. I mean, you can use it as you would jam, but with just the two of us--and really, probably it's just going to be me eating it, because MrSporks makes confused dog-tilty faces at it when he walks by--I needed ideas.
I found this recipe for empanadas de alcayota--empanadas with spaghetti squash filling. I remember these being very tasty but also pretty rich, so they were small. I'll try to make it this upcoming weekend, and see how they turn out.
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Monday, September 24, 2007
Empanadas de Alcayota!
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
NPR : Get Out Your Handkerchiefs for Chile's 'Cueca'
NPR : Get Out Your Handkerchiefs for Chile's 'Cueca'
As it turns out, "cueca" apparently also means something to do with being in your underwear (in Portuguese maybe?) so in my trolling for dance pictures, I got a number of not-quite-safe-for-work pictures of people in their undies, and a lot of pictures of kids with underpants on their head.
Once I made my way through that, I found a lot of pictures on Flickr, and a decent number of videos on YouTube, too.
Cueca is the national dance of Chile. What's cool about it, is that everyone dances it. Looking through YouTube or Flickr you'll find lots of pictures of people in traditional costume, but also just people in everyday jeans. And, it's a fairly complex dance: there's a set order of moves--figure eights, turns, and demilunes, plus you're supposed to hold your handkerchief a certain way, etc. Of course, it's not rocket science, either, and not everyone does it just so, but still, September arrives, and the whole country must dance.
There's several styles of different traditional costumes you might wear for this--varying by region, wealth, and so on, but the most common is a huaso (cowboy) with manta (poncho), chupalla (straw hat), and spurs, and the woman in china garb--a simple flowered dress (pictured right). I never much cared for the flowered dress style; partly because it'd make my butt look like a giant cabbage, and partly because people keep starching their skirts and adding layers upon layers of cloth, which doesn't look right to me. A traditional china dress is simply a humble flowered dress (like the one in this video). I preferred the solid-colored, straight skirt and boots (with spurs--no idea if that's traditional or not, but dammit, if I'm gonna put on boots for dancing, I'm putting on spurs) style (pictured left) all black, or black skirt and red jacket.
This afternoon, NPR ran a piece on the dance. MrSporks and I were in the car, and every time a Chilean spoke, he giggled.
"Your people can't pronounce the letter S," he told me when I poked him.
"S is for Commies. La ese es para comunistas," I repeated. Of course, in a Chilean accent, this comes out "la ese eh pa' comunihtah." He wasn't just picking on Chilean speech for no reason: we're notorious for dropping letters, speaking machine-gun fast, and aspirating our S sounds.
At any rate, the piece mentions the breadth of subject (protest, raunchy, traditional), cueca brava (a style influenced by brothels and the criminal underworld), and La Yein Fonda (a play on "Jane Fonda"). Unfortunately they don't touch on the cueca revival of recent years, and there are no web extras (video, sound, or pictures), but being that more often than not the country is altogether forgotten (current issue of Gourmet, which is dedicated to all things Latin American, mentions it in passing once, I think), it was a pleasant surprise.
Edit: blergh, for some reason, Blogger is eating the captions on the pictures crediting the photographers on Flickr. Click on the picture to visit the original.
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