Wee little market whose dusty, leaning shelves groan with the weight of Caribbean, South and Latin American goods.
I come in here to do the Goya dance. You know, the little shake after using all your energy slogging from the couch to the fridge, and discovering frozen empanadas for the munching. Or tamales and plaintains. Pleased that something going into your body wasn't injected into a mold to fit the shape of its cardboard, microwavable home. But I digress.
In addition, you'll find Jesus. Far right, back wall. Three shelves of him in many an incarnation, a rainbow of long wicked hues for the burning. And Mother Mary and a few other saints for good measure. Every home needs a few of these on the windowsills.
Don't forget Adobo. This blend of salty spices is great in everything from eggs to fish rubs to collard greens. Lazy man's flavor, I'll tell ya. This stuff will surely make you thirsty so be sure to stock up on some Ting while you're at it. Ting is the Jamaican peoples' superior version of Fresca with better grapefruit zing and cane sugar instead of aspartame.
A lottery ticket? Some garlic bulbs? Fresh thyme? Bunch of bananas? Cleaning supplies? Mystery hair products? Random Chinese medicine with no directions? And so cheeeeeeeap, purchased from an avuncular gent banging on an old school Texas Instrument calculator.
Just don't try to go on the day of the lord, the grill will be down. read more