platanos maduros


So I officially know how to make pastelon de platano maduro con carne molida y queso and this was my first attempt (with help from momz who gave me the recipe). I’m being modest when I say this shit was extremely delicious. Like ya’ll don’t even know, this is one of my all time favorite Dominican dishes that I just perfected (at least to my tasting). But since this was a special moment between me and my stomach I added a D.R. style banana and strawberry milkshake :)

From the folks who tried it:

“ta buena la baina” (this shit good)- pops

“I know it was one piece for my mom but I ate them both. oh and you can get married now” - my cousin

“I can’t move” - me after 3 servings

Maybe there are no good guys

Okay, first and foremost I just want to say right off the bat that I’m going to get deeply personal particularly my feelings surrounding the Arkers vs. the Grounders.

I’m going to go on a limb here and say that I believe that the majority of the fandom has not experienced war first hand, with of course the exception of people who have served their respective countries and people who are refugees.

Okay, so that’s the big can of worms I’m opening. When I think of some of the things that have shaped my life and who I am one of the first things I will remember is that I am refugee, not an immigrant, a refugee.

My parents stole away in the middle of the night and took a boat with the sole purpose of hopefully granting me the opportunities they never had.

What is amazing about the 100, the one part where I will say time and time again that they do incredibly well is showing the reality of war. See, we as the audience are able to see the humanity of both armies.

That is not what happens in war.

In a communist society I was taught that anyone who spoke against the regime was evil. They wanted to destroy our country, it was all that was taught to me in school. My grandfather who was incredibly well respected was someone who I looked upon with pride. He was the best grandfather, my cousins and uncles aspired to be like him and honor his legacy. My grandfather till the age of 12 to me was a war hero but most importantly he was also the man who could braid my hair better then my mom. The man who made the best platanos maduros, taught me how to swim and never fear the ocean. That’s who he was. As you can imagine my world came crashing down when I learned that it was not the only thing he was.

My grandfather took every order they told him he killed, he tore apart families apart, he hung people when they spoke against Castro. He betrayed friends and turned them in without so much as a moments hesitation. He dedicated his entire life to the regime, at the expense of his family. He helped my great aunt, his sister to escape when they came looking for her but he told her that she was never to speak to him again. His sister died that night to him.

My mother loves my grandfather, I love my grandfather still. It is something that I deeply struggled with realizing that those two sides so vastly different created him.

I asked myself for so long how do you do this? How do you kill someone?

And this when I realized the reality of war.

He thought that this was the only way to keep his family and country safe. He believed the beautiful words strung out by Castro’s mouth never suspected that he would become even more evil then the previous dictator. His family has been taken by Batista, there were children starving, people dying left and right and he believed that Castro could save them. He believed what he was doing was the right thing.

We as viewers see the humanity that lies on both sides. We see the love and dedication and thoughts that make both sides people we can relate to. In this season we are supposed to be Octavia or Clarke. We have sympathized with both sides, we have seen that sometimes there are impossible circumstances and every choice seems like a gamble on not only your life but the lives of those you love. This is why we scream in anger. This is why we can’t comprehend how they don’t realize there are other options. This is why we are so deeply saddened.

So how do you choose your side?
How do you say one side is better then the other?

The only way war works is when you see your enemy as inhuman. It is the only thing that can turn people into soldiers. But the 100 does an incredible job in relaying the image that there are perhaps no good guys only humans making impossible choices.

Me and Steph went thru a whole conv. about food from our country, tho Steph is in USA and im here.

Steph I know u miss THIS  a ton, so some Images for u:

Mangu con queso frito, huevo y salami/longaniza, seriously Dominican Breafest is just MY KIND of hardcore (this are actually small portions).

Pastelon de platano maduro y carne molida, a wonderful lunch, dinner, 3am snack, wtvz.

Platano frito con salami/huevo/longaniza/queso frito, this can be eaten at any time.

Mofongo de camarone/res/cerdo/anything, sinfully good. (Puerto Rico should know.)

Moro de guandule, not my fav but I don’t mind.

Asopao Sancocho, every country surely have their version of this, but still, honestly, tons of dif. meats and vegetables mixed together in any kind of broth dreamily.

Steph if u can get the ingredients, do some.

someone corrected me that i putted Asopao for the last one. Im so ashamed, cause asopao and sancocho are nothing alike!! XD

THIS IS ASOPAO is could be discribe like a dominican risotto.

tasting all these wanna-be pastelon de platano maduro from the Dominican restaurants has me appreciating that my mom taught me her special recipe to make em as they should all heavenly, irresistible, and with lots of love👌💗.