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Thursday, January 30, 2014

tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter

Yesterday I made chocolate paletas.  Eh, they were okay.  A little gritty, which I guess in a weird way makes them more authentic--you Abuelita drinkers out there know what I'm talking about--and the chocolate taste wasn't the right balance of dark and sweet.  I would rank them "good-plus."  Onward and upward, though. 

If we think of Sunday as the first day of the week, which is right and good, then I have offended two people so far this week.  That I know about.  Perhaps many more unawares!  I don't mean to be so prickly, but in the second case there's just something about this person that makes me bossy.  I can't help it that he forces me to be the alpha in our acquaintanceship. 

Today I went to Salt Lake to pick up my mixer from the shop, and John and I got lunch from some food trucks.  The food was good, if overpriced and overhyped.  I think people are so excited about having any kind of food truck in Salt Lake that they're losing their grip on reality just a teense.  But who can blame them?  For people who feel like Salt Lake is a poor backwater excuse for a city a food truck is a signifier of true urban character.  But let's all just calm down, Utah--we don't need to embarrass ourselves like we did with the whole Cheesecake Factory debacle.  The waffle truck people feigned ignorance regarding the multiple other waffle places in Salt Lake--one of them only about three blocks west--but were generous with the bananas and the freshly-whipped cream, so we decided not to call them on their blatant lie. 

I also bought some cellophane bags for my paletas.  Someday I'd like waxed paper wrappers because something about it feels better than cellophane.  I tried to find some silicone molds but was unsuccessful, but I did find a number of used commercial freezers at a restaurant supply store, so if I ever decide to go big-time with this paleta thing I will go back there.  

4 comments:

tipsybaker said...

So will the paletas be sold from a truck? A Brigham City truck?

beckster said...

I'm glad that I am not the only one that became obsessed with paletas. My craziness seems less crazy since you share it. Where did you get your wrappers, if you don't mind me asking?

Layne said...

I mentioned the truck to John yesterday while we were eating, that I could just sell paletas from a truck, and he was like, "Uh, let's maybe wait on that a minute . . ." But I would see if people even want paletas first, and a truck would OBVIOUSLY be a good idea if I wanted to access a more highly-populated area.

Beckster, your paleta obsession is completely normal. I got my bags from Orson Gygi, which is a restaurant/kitchen supply store in Salt Lake. I've made some toronja paletas this morning and as soon as they're frozen I'm going to test-drive the bags.

g. lo said...

the vendors in San Antonio sold them from cooler like contraptions that were usually attached to a bike.....