The family is gone, or mostly gone. They’ve left stuff behind, mostly dust, presents, unmade beds needing clean sheets. And some strange ingredients, undoubtedly from Fiesta. This one I tried to cook. It was only after I spread the corn on the griddles and they started to pop that I feared I was cooking popcorn! But I wasn’t. The kernels browned nicely, and are delicious, salted, just like the bag says.
Thanks, Julio! Maybe next visit I can learn how these are eaten in Peru. I love having an international family!
When are they done? Now?
Tell me the story of Maíz chancha!
Is this really how to cook them? It’s what I did, and they are yummy! Maybe they’ll be gone in the morning, if Philip comes home with friends.