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Venezuela on a Plate

I say gracias a Dios every time that Richard, my Venezuelan housemate, invites me to try the food that he prepares. Reticent yet good humored, Richard studies math at the university where I work in Cumaná, but he was born and raised in a small rural town a three hours away called Río Caribe. The best word to describe him in Yiddish would be a male baleboosteh: an excellent and praiseworthy homemaker.* Though Richard has yet to make cholent or kasha and varnishkes,** his culinary interpretations of traditional Venezuelan fare are never less than superb. Richard told me a few weeks ago that he would teach me to make arroz con pollo (chicken and rice) under the condition that I buy the chicken. Who would ever kvetch‡ at the proposition of a cooking class that were to cost only a chicken? Giving up a golden opportunity such as this would be a real shandeh†; I accepted.

Common logic, for better or worse, dictated that we would have to go to a market in order to buy a chicken. Accordingly, off we went to the Express Mall supermarket the previous evening. Before we checked out at the cash register, I decided to go on an extended tour of the supermarket in order to browse and ascertain the scarce food items of the week. There is never an extreme shortage of food at the supermarket, yet there are always a few food items in scarcity. I do not yet fully understand the specific economic mechanisms that influence this occurrence – further investigation is required. For example, a few basic items like sugar fail to appear on store shelves for weeks at a time; stocks of some luxuries like ice cream are often nearly depleted; and, most paradoxically, ground coffee recently disappeared from supermarkets after its price doubled, which is most surprising given the flourishing presence of local coffee production within hours of Cumaná. Regardless, most items in stores are regularly available, including the necessary staples to make arroz con pollo. Richard and I came home that evening with every ingredient.

Richard and I began to cook around noon the next day. As we went through the different steps, I jotted down the recipe, which can be found at the end of this entry. No major mishaps occurred fortunately. The pot of chicken and rice did not explode nor fall down on the ground. Neither of us burned anything.

Our two friends Mery and Albelk stopped by to join our feast, and we began to eat shortly after Albelk prepared fresh squeezed orange and parchita fruit juice. We served the arroz con pollo onto each individual plate, completing each with a garnish of fried plantain. The table was set. Appreciative of the rich plates of food in front of us, we duly exchanged the Spanish phrase buen provecho, meaning “bon appetite,” and the lull in the conversation thereafter indicated the success of the food. I noticed that I was consuming my meal slower than my friends while I struggled to separate the chicken from the bone. Mery soon caught onto my difficulties and stated directly that Venezuelans eat chicken with their hands. Constructive criticism during a meal never hurts when it eases the eating process and harmonizes the etiquette of all at the table. Nervous yet determined, I picked up the chicken with my bare hands and truly joined in on the feast. Not a single morsel was left on my plate soon after.

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Recipe: Richard´s Arroz con Pollo

Ingredients:

3 cups of rice
4.5 cups of water
1 chicken breast or 5 thighs
Adobo spice (powder mix)
10 cloves of garlic, mashed
Rum, preferably Venezuelan (optional)
Hot sauce
3 medium-sized tomatoes
1 large onion
1/2 green pepper
Vegetable oil
Salt
One large ripe plantain

1. Remove the skin and fat from the chicken with a sturdy knife, breaking it into small chunks. Leave the meat on the bones, and place into a large pot.
2. Sprinkle the adobo spice liberally onto all the pieces of chicken.
3. Place mashed garlic into the pot along with a few splashes of hot sauce. Add a few splashes of rum.
4. Dice the tomatoes, onion, and pepper into very small chunks. In a frying pan, heat the vegetable oil and sauté the vegetables until well cooked and slightly browned. This is called aliño.
5. Place the pot of chicken pieces onto the stove, turn onto high heat, and add the aliño to the chicken. Cover the pot and cook 15-20 minutes or until the chicken is cooked.
6. Add the rice and water to the pot of chicken. Add salt to the water to taste. Bring water to boil, cover pot, and reduce stove to low heat. Cook for 20 minutes.
7. As the rice cooks, prepare the fried plantains separately. Slice plantains into 1/4-inch thick slabs. In a pan, fry the plantains in hot vegetable oil until tender and medium browned. Remove from the pan and allow to cool.
8. Serve the rice and chicken in a large plate. Garnish with fried plantains on top.

*Note: according to Leo Rosten´s The Joys of Yiddish, the male equivalent of baleboosteh would be baleboss, meaning “the head of the household; the man of the house.” Yet in practice, the latter of the two fails to encapsulate the ability to cook phenomenally, so I choose baleboosteh at the risk of violating the Yiddish gender dichotomy
** Two delicacies that every ashkenazic Jewish grandmother should know how to prepare (Yiddish)
‡ Complain (Yiddish)
† Shame (Yiddish)