Today my aunt was making us feel at home, like she has the whole week we’ve been staying with her, and she was going to make tostones since she bought plantains yesterday. When I heard the word plantain the first thing that came to mind was mofongo. I innocently asked if we could make mofongo with those plantains, trying not to sound too picky or ungrateful because I don’t eat tostones, we are guests after all, but she said that we could.
And today I got the chance to make mofongo for the first time. I had wanted to do this since I first tried it, but it always seemed like a very complicated process. I learned today that it was not complicated at all. Yo peel the plantain and cut it into pieces, heat, then smash it all together in the pilón (mortar and pestle)
That little bit of mofongo tasted even better because it felt like home because that’s what mofongo is, just a little piece of home. I tried and had only eaten it in Puerto Rico and that’s what it reminds me of.