Frita Cubana Recipe

Time Traveling

I close my eyes and take one bite and suddenly I am unstuck in time …

I’m in the heart of the city, which means I get to enjoy something amazing from one of the street vendors.

By “the city,” I mean Havana, 1960.

By “something amazing,” I mean a Cuban Frita.

Small. Sweet, yet spicy. With that crunchy crown of light-as-angel's-hair shoestring potatoes.

I think they were maybe a nickel apiece.

“Can I have two?” (Not because I was still hungry, but just for the taste.)

Chased by an ice cold Coca-Cola, another special treat.

I am 5 years old once again, shopping with my mother on the boulevard of the most beautiful city in the world.

Oops. I’m sorry. I was gone for a moment there, but I’m back now.

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Fritas1

Try this Frita Cubana recipe and I’m sure you’ll agree with me that time travel is indeed possible. But I swear, it's completely impossible to eat just one. 

Frita Cubana Recipe

  • 3 packages dinner rolls
  • 2 cloves garlic
  • ¼ onion
  • ¼ green bell pepper
  • 1 lb. Ground beef
  • ½ lb. Ground pork sausage
  • ½ cup bread crumbs
  • ¼ cup milk
  • 2 Tbsp. Chili sauce (or you can substitute red cocktail sauce)
  • 1 Tbsp. sweet Spanish paprika (pimenton)
  • 2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
  • ½ tsp. cumin
  • 1 beaten egg
  • ½ tsp. ground black pepper
  • 1 tsp. salt
  • Vegetable oil for frying
  • 2 large potatoes, peeled and finely grated (yep! Just like you would grate cheese.)
  • Tomato paste

1) Preheat oven to 300.

2) Slice up the dinner rolls down the middle of the entire pack.

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Fritas2

3) Place on a cookie sheet in the oven to warm.

4) In a food processor, using the pulse feature, mix together the garlic, onion and bell pepper until minced.

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Fritas3

5) In a large bowl, mix together beef, pork sausage, bread crumbs, milk, chili sauce, paprika, Worcestershire sauce, cumin, beaten egg, pepper and salt.

6) Add the minced garlic, onion and pepper to the meat mixture.

7) Mix everything together by hand, and form meat into golf ball sized patties. Press down and set aside.

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Fritas4

For the fried grated potatoes – You can substitute canned shoestring potatoes for these, but those are not to be found in my neighborhood, and besides, homemade grated potatoes are what make these fritas The Real Deal.)

1) Heat up about 2 inches on vegetable oil in a medium skillet over medium high heat.

2) Fry up the potatoes (as many as will fit in one layer) to a golden brown, remove with a slotted spoon or spatula. Drain on paper towels and salt lightly.

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Fritas5

Fritas:

1) While the potatoes are frying, coat the bottom of another large skillet with vegetable oil and heat to fry up the patties. Press down with a spatula to flatten. Cook about 3 minutes per side. They should be cooked through, but still juicy.

Assemble the fritas as follows:

1) Remove the dinner rolls from the oven and open.

2) Spread a little tomato paste (that’s right! NOT ketchup) on bottom half of each roll.

3) Place the cooked patty on top.

4) Heap on the fried potatoes – do not skimp here – this is what gives them their crunchy goodness!

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Fritas6

5) Close the top and serve – preferably with some plantain or yuca chips and garlic dip.

Makes about 36.

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Fritas7

Chase it with an ice cold Coke and just close your eyes. See what I mean?

Now, I DARE you to eat just one.

Originally posted in Babalú blog. October 2007

The POTUS and the Frita - or Why It Took Me 18 Hours to Get Home

As I type this, I'm flying at 38,000 feet.

I should technically be waking up in my own bed right now (sleeping-in would be more accurate, but that's not important right now). Instead I am groggy from a difficult night and anxious for the next 2 hours to fly by. (No pun intended.)

Yesterday I woke up in my penthouse room at the Ritz-Carlton with a panoramic view of Miami Beach.

View from the Ritz

After a quick, but extremely satisfying breakfast of pastelito and a cafecito,

Cafe y pastelito

I headed out to the beach, to a waiting chaise, where I was able to stretch out and soak in the sun. Of course, I went in the water and just floated and pondered how lovely and charmed my life was.

On the beach in miami

My blog-partner and friend, Carrie brought me lunch, we had a fabulous brainstorming session and then she graciously agreed to give me a ride to the airport.

Remember that I had been in a conference for the entire weekend. I had no idea what was happening out in the real world, let alone in Miami.  (No, I don't think the world revolves around me, I was just busy with conference stuff. Don't judge me.)

So I arrived a little early at MIA (that's Miami International Airport for those of you who are not wannabe-jet-setters like me), I managed to get through security with relative ease, and I stocked up on provisions for my flight. ;-)

La carreta

I was completely content with my iPad and internet access and I was happy to be alone and soaking up the airport ambiance. (I'm convinced that MIA is the best airport for people watching.)

That's when the craziness began.

Announcement after announcement of delayed flights and changed gates. I started wondering who was in charge. "Que desorganizados!" How could you run an airport like this? More announcements. More gate changes. More delays.

Then came the most dreaded announcement. My flight was going to be delayed. Not only that, but it looked like because of this, I was going to miss my connecting flight in Dallas, which meant that I was going to miss my flight home!

Nooooo!

Deep breaths. The situation was out of my control. Best to relax and not stress about it. No need to create more drama. It was best to just Embrace the Pain. (<--okay, so maybe I got a little dramatic.)

Even after we boarded our already delayed flight, with the assurance that "You might make your connections," we were still on the tarmac two hours later. *sigh*

They started the movie before we even took off. And while it was entertaining and I was grateful, it was not a good sign.

So finally we flew. And we arrived in Dallas late. And there was a guy waiting to give the 83 of us who had missed our connections, vouchers for the flights we missed and the promise of a shuttle bus to take us to a hotel for the night. Embrace the pain.

Passengers

And so it was that when I thought I would be just getting home to my own comfortable bed and my own sweet family (that I was missing terribly) I was checking into my room at The Psycho Motel in Dallas. (No, not the real name of the place, of course. Just my vivid and exhausted imagination making an Alfred Hitchcock reference, but that's not important right now.)

It was really more of a lair than a room. 

And I began to wonder (not for the last time): what had happened to my idyllic semi-vacation?

This is the view from my Psycho Room:

View from psycho

Seriously, what happened?

Well, the POTUS was in Miami. And he stopped at El Mago de las Fritas to indulge in some Cuban food. (Here's the article.)

Miamiobama and the frita
Photo credit: JIM WATSON/AFP/Getty Images

This decision to stop for a frita by the POTUS began the chain of events that led to flight cancellations, gate changes and numerous passenger delays and had a very specific and personal impact on me and my life.

And while I have to commend him for his good taste - a genuine Cuban frita is to die for - I could not excuse the fact that his personal "antojo" (translation: "craving") so adversely impacted so many people.

The Frita Stop has now become a metaphor for a bigger problem. It's a good thing he didn't taste my fritas (My Cuban Frita Recipe can be found here).

Frita cubana

Because then, the country might be in all kinds of chaos. Oh wait....  ;-)

"With great power comes great responsibility." ~Spiderman