Just Between Us

I have something to share, but you have to promise to not tell San Geraldo.

I met Jessica for coffee and English conversation today.

But that’s not the secret.

In addition to my coffee, I had a bocadillo (sandwich).

That’s not the secret either.

Jessica had one of San Geraldo’s favorite things that he loves to order at El Jazzy Cafe. It’s called a Palmera, which means palm tree but looks like an elephant ear pastry smothered in chocolate.

It’s OK if you tell San Geraldo about the Palmera.

What San Geraldo doesn’t know is that Abuela Manuela (Jessica’s grandmother who is visiting from Argentina)… we call her Manuela but I love the fact that “grandma” in Spanish rhymes with her name … even though her grandchildren of course simply call her “Abuela” as opposed to “Abuela Manuela”…

A casuela is a casserole. I would love to say I had an Abuela Manuela Casuela. It’s probably a good thing Abuela Manuela isn’t from Venezuela or I could get carried away. (San Geraldo hates when I do this… Click here if you don’t remember the Doody Family of North Brandford.)

Anyway…

San Geraldo doesn’t know that Abuela Manuela brought Alfajores Rellenos.

These Argentine alfajores are a sandwich of two round, sweet biscuits, with dulce de leche filling — all dipped in chocolate.

I ate three today.

And I didn’t share.

SO, LET’S JUST KEEP THIS OUR LITTLE SECRET.
(SAN GERALDO PROBABLY STOPPED READING WHEN HE GOT TO VENEZUELA.)

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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