A Great-Grandma's Salsa Secret | Andrea Aliseda
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Aug 18, 2021
Episode Duration |
00:18:46

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Ode to Mexico  by Andrea Aliseda 

(English Version)

I close my eyes and see 

myself 

perched at the steps 

of an old cathedral 

the air, 

abundant and thick; 

a paradise for the senses, 

as I cradle calla lilies 

in the fold of my arms 

I have a little coffee 

to linger in the poetry of the bugambilias outside the home of the late 

Gael García Márquez, 

who rests in peace 

I devour my heart 

gushing of salsa amor 

as if it were a torta 

and lick my fingers 

savoring every last bite 

the united states 

doesn’t taste quite like this

 

(Spanish Version )

cierro los ojos, 

y me veo sentada 

en la entrada 

de un catedral 

el aire, 

pleno y lleno: 

un paraíso para el olfato 

arrullando 

flores de alcatraz 

entre mis brazos 

con un cafecito 

para echarle ojo 

a la poesía de la bugambilia, frente la casa del Don Gael García Márquez, 

que en paz descanse. 

mastico mi corazón, 

escurriendo de salsa amor 

como si fuera torta 

y me chupo los dedos de lo delicioso que está, 

en los estados unidos, no saben cocinar así.

Andrea Aliseda, writer, recipe developer and poet gets to the bottom of an inherited family recipe with a surprising secret.

Referenced in this episode:

Genius-Hunter Extra-Credit:

Have a genius recipe you'd like to share? Tell us all about it at genius@food52.com.

Ode to Mexico  by Andrea Aliseda 

(English Version)

I close my eyes and see 

myself 

perched at the steps 

of an old cathedral 

the air, 

abundant and thick; 

a paradise for the senses, 

as I cradle calla lilies 

in the fold of my arms 

I have a little coffee 

to linger in the poetry of the bugambilias outside the home of the late 

Gael García Márquez, 

who rests in peace 

I devour my heart 

gushing of salsa amor 

as if it were a torta 

and lick my fingers 

savoring every last bite 

the united states 

doesn’t taste quite like this

 

(Spanish Version )

cierro los ojos, 

y me veo sentada 

en la entrada 

de un catedral 

el aire, 

pleno y lleno: 

un paraíso para el olfato 

arrullando 

flores de alcatraz 

entre mis brazos 

con un cafecito 

para echarle ojo 

a la poesía de la bugambilia, frente la casa del Don Gael García Márquez, 

que en paz descanse. 

mastico mi corazón, 

escurriendo de salsa amor 

como si fuera torta 

y me chupo los dedos de lo delicioso que está, 

en los estados unidos, no saben cocinar así.

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