Our congregation at church includes a Spanish-speaking group of members, and they hosted a Christmas party last night. We signed up to bring dessert, so I made a tres leches cake (recipe from Vivian's fave Pioneer Woman) and some Aztec chocolate bark (introduced to me by Jane, who was kind enough to share some with the office last year).
I ended up having to make dos tres leches because I forgot about the first one burning in the oven while I was preoccupied swatting moths that have taken up residence in our apartment. The second cake turned out fabulously, though, and the Aztec chocolate went over well with party-goers not wary about foods combining chocolate and spicy ground chile. It's really quite easy to make and addictively tasty—I highly recommend it if you're in the market for a different kind of holiday treat. Not to fear if you don't have a double-boiler in which to melt the chocolate—I don't have one either, so I just melted the chocolate in a stainless steel bowl set over a pot of boiling water.
I was also happy to get my fill of pozole and mole negro at the party. It was delicious.
In a couple of television related notes:
Golden Globe nominations out today (or yesterday, rather, since I am posting this well over midnight). No John Noble? I know that no one watches Fringe, but COME ON! Walter Bishop is one of the most delightful, complex characters on television and John Noble does a crazy good job bringing him to life. Just as one example, in last week's episode, the change that came over Walter when all the parts of his brain were reconnected: holy smokes. I am disappointed, HFP, though I guess it wouldn't be the first time.
Ben Folds, aka my one true hero during my college years: as Stephen Colbert would ask, great reality show judge or greatest reality show judge? He's one of the judges on the new NBC a cappella competition The Sing-Off (HT: Leeshy), and yes, it's weird to see him there, but after all the 'Hofs, Paula Abduls, and Randy Jacksons that have been foisted upon us on other reality shows, it's pretty incredible to hear a knowledgeable musician give spot-on assessments in complete, coherent sentences and not be a jerk about it. Also, so much for a Mormons vs. Beelzebubs final. Heh. Nota for the win!
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It's not so much Ben Folds, although his commentary is bizarrely specific and a bit rambling, as it is that Pussycat Doll chick, who can't put together an intelligent criticism to save her life. I've started skipping past her, since I watch on Hulu.
Oh, and have I mentioned that there are no Mexicans in Florida? And it's a big loss? Cuban food is good, but nothing beats mole. I can't even buy the ingredients to make real Mexican food here. Maybe that's why they don't move here - they'd starve!
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