I put the word out at work that I'm looking for the unusual and new. You know on the down low. I've read about street food, underground restaurants and ethnic foods made by moms and grandmothers everywhere. The problem is no one invites me to partake. Maybe I look too much like a cop. I had a couple of people turn me on to a tamale seller outside a church in Novato but it so far no can find. Promises of papusas made by someone's aunt is still a possbility and I'll keep you informed.
Today I scored. My Peruvian coworker showed up with a white nondescript box that had a small label that said Alfajores Peruanos/ Ana - Order to 925-943-7388. Inside were confections that made me think of holiday cookies. An internet search revealed that they are a shortbread cookie filled with Dulce de Leche (milk carmel). They were rich, tasty and not as sweet as expected. The search for more goodies continues.
Alfajores Peruanos
3 comments:
Yeah, I'm pretty much plagued with the same deal, look like a cop.
So, I'm letting my hair grow. The only problem I have no is that I look like a maniacal norwegian axe murdering cop.
Biggles
Score! My last attempt at something cool and secret was a recommendation from a cab driver about a Chino Latino place on Mission St. When I went looking for it I found out it had closed three years prior! So much for hot tips from cabbies...
Great project, Greg!
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