http://hungrysofia.com/2009/08/09/ice-cold/ Fri, 25 May 2012 19:52:23 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ http://hungrysofia.com/2009/08/09/ice-cold/#comment-817 Wed, 07 Jul 2010 03:50:51 +0000 http://hungrysofia.com/?p=1749#comment-817 [...] use (an impulse buy that was suffering top shelf neglect).  I’d loved Gaby Camacho’s raspado recipes last summer so I wanted to try her paletas de duraznos con miel (peach and honey ice [...]

]]> http://hungrysofia.com/2009/08/09/ice-cold/#comment-207 Tue, 11 Aug 2009 01:35:59 +0000 http://hungrysofia.com/?p=1749#comment-207 Your took me back to el Parque de Maceo on the Malecon in Havana. My mom took me, my sister and my cousin Martica to the park every afternoon to get fresh air and to eat “duro frios” – snow cones. I don’t remember what they tasted like – they were cold, it was hot and we kids liked the colors. I’m sure they were nothing but colored sugar water – colored who knows with what. Apparently my aunt Dolly found out how handsome the duro frio man was and started coming to the park with us. There’s a picture of the five of us at the park (it’s actually on my FB page). The photo might have been taken by the duro frio man himself. It’s my favorite picture of me in Cuba wearing my tenis and my sombrero de guano. I’m sure my tongue was a screaming brilliant red. I can’t remember if we started getting more ice or more “jugo” – after Dolly joined us at the park or if the romance melted quickly in the hot Havana sun. We left a year or so later and Dolly and my cousin Martica (the one having a tantrum in the picture) came on the Freedom Flights. A couple of years after the picture was taken, the government nationalized the last of free enterprise banning the duro frio man along with the strongest smell/memory of Havana I have – the peanut vendor.

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