Latin Fusion for any Party
I’ve complied all the fixing you’ll need for a very special Latin Fusion Party! Invite your family and friends over and impress them with a Bistro-Chic Style
Latin Fusion Dinner Party
Arroz con Leche/ Spanish Rice Pudding
Arroz con Gandules/Spainish Rice
Pasteles/Latin Savory Cakes
Pernil/ Roast Garlic Pork
Yucca con Mojo/Yuca with Garlic Sauce
Pumpkin & Spanish Flan
Clam Soup with Garlic & Shrimp
Deep Fried Peppers Stuffed with Cod
Mini Meatball Sliders
Ginger Holiday Martini
Growing up and being Latina….
I was completely unaware that I was an American Latino until maybe the fourth or fifth grade. I realized it more and more during my lunch time, and while some of my classmates carried brown paper bags with them to the cafeteria, others got in line for the free lunch or ate at the corner deli shop. As for me, I had to walk home every day with my sisters back and forth for my lunch.
First, we were strapped for money (coming from large family of seven at the time) so I needed to go home and also the food was great especially the left-overs (e.g.) arroz con frijoles (rice and beans) and if there were no leftovers it was Jamón y queso y pan con mayonesa (ham and cheese sandwiches with mayo).
As my journey through school continued, my parents couldn’t help me with my homework the way other parents could because my parents lacked education. I was totally on my own when it came to my education. I lacked talent on building friendships during school yet strictly paid attention in class to avoid the risk of being a failure. I also had to translate for my parents, not like English to Spanish, but translate what was being said so they can comprehend the English language and as a young confused girl, this was the worst thing you could ask me to do since I had no idea what was going on!
I was bullied in school and in the neighborhood, because the way I looked, having pale skin, reddish blonde hair and green eyes – features people don’t typically identify as Latina. I was constantly asked and questioned, “Where are you really from?”, or “Can you speak Spanish, right”? Or constantly questioned why I looked different from my other siblings whom had dark skin and dark hair.
Indeed it was painful and rough for me growing up and did I mention it affected me socially, too. I couldn’t do a lot of things my friends could, such as sleepover or movies. Strict Latino up bringing parents or just punishment.
In the end “Yes, I am Latina,” proud of it and it was different and difficult then, but much, much better now.