Lately my sister-in-law and I have been hanging out more and cooking stuff together. Or watching the other cook stuff in the kitchen. I decided we should try and make empanadas, and try we did.
To quote Dane cook – Empanadas, you were being kind of a bitch.
Rolled out, and pushed through with a small bowl. Right after this was where we started running in to problems. It took us about a half an hour to shape and make 5 empanadas. After making three we were about ready to give up. Le sigh. The dough would not stick to itself at all, and it had absolutely no give. Oh, duh, Albany Jane, since it’s essentially pastry dough = weaksauce. Re-rolling the scraps together was also difficult, since they refused to reform into another solid mass and maintained their cut out piecemeal shapes. It was kind of like rolling out loosely sticking puzzle pieces.
However, the dough was very tasty baked on its own.
Here they are, ready to go into the oven. My brother, his roomie, and Albany John were sitting in the living room doing… non-cooking stuff. That’s really all we know. And Albany John was terribly sad that no matter what I cook, it always takes me at least 2-3 hours (really wish I were kidding about that one) with no ETA of when food will be ready.
So around 9 pm we settled in to dinner. My sister in law and brother also worked together and made some plantains. Just pan-fried in olive oil, she said this was a dish she always grew up eating. At her grandma’s this was a staple side dish. OMG – so good. Perfectly browned and crisp on the outsides, and fluffy light on the insides.