It was just one of those Sundays where you wake up reluctant to get anything productive done. I woke up early, decided I was not in the mood to tackle computer work and remembered it was the 108th year anniversary of the quaint little town I live in, San Isidro. Time to try something new for a Sunday.
I packed my camera and my usual morning appetite and headed to town. I strolled along the familiar streets past the standard catholic church and green field that is common in all Costa Rican towns. I found a table at a local restaurant where the food is as old school as it gets.
This place makes the best chorreadas I have ever tasted. Only one woman on the staff makes them, so if she is not in, you are out of luck. Chorreadas are like a corn pancake/tortilla. Modern versions use flour and cornmeal. This lady grates fresh corn right after receiving your order, she inquires as to whether you are in the mood for a sweet or savory version, whips it up sans flour and asks if you are interested in a side order of sour cream.
I ordered cafe con leche, ripe plantains and a chorreada on the sweet side to switch it up a bit. It was delicious. After leaving a thank you note in the notebook they pass around for customers to fill out, I walked back out into the midmorning sun. I ran into a puppeteer with a fantoccino that I am pretty sure was Pinocchio’s fourth cousin on his latin great-grandmothers side.
I ambled near the snow cone cart and decided to forgo the icy summer treat and instead walked around the farmer’s market, a personal favorite activity. I shelled out a dollar for a cup of freshly pressed orange juice, sipped the tartly sweet liquid gold and headed home.
Happy Anniversary San Isidro and Happy Edge Growing to all my readers.