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.
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So will the paletas be sold from a truck? A Brigham City truck?
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?
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.
the vendors in San Antonio sold them from cooler like contraptions that were usually attached to a bike.....
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