I used to be intimidated by Caldereta. It seemed so complicated. I’ll tell you why.
In the olden days…
Growing up, we would always have these family parties and gatherings at home. Aunts and Uncles would come over early to help with the preparations. Food were always made from scratch. And I mean no short cuts!
You need chicken? Pork? Beef? Goat? They buy them alive and slaughter them at home. Morbid, I know. But that was tradition … something that was not passed on to the next generation. I don’t know, we just can’t do it. We also did not use gas stoves when cooking. Not that we don’t have stoves, the older generation just prefer cooking with firewood. They say it adds flavor. Complicated, right?
Anyway … back to Caldereta.
mom of 2. the wiper of boogers. eater of leftovers. milk bar extraordinaire. not an early bird. not a night owl. always the exhausted pigeon. enjoying the wellness journey through essential oils.