Better Than Your Average Cup of Joe

My recent spring break adventures landed me in Miami. Particularly to this authentic Cuban restaurant. One thing about me is that if I don’t get coffee in my body first thing, I get a migraine–talk about a dependency. My friend was raving about this special coffee she saw on Kourtney and Kim take Miami and I figured what the heck I need to try this.

It’s called a Cortadito–an espresso shot with steamed milk and sweetened with sugar. Simple but utterly delicious. It came in a tiny cup (which was unfortunate because I really wanted a vat of it) and I made sure I got every last drop. Too bad I had that on my last day in Miami, otherwise that would have been a daily purchase for me.

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This heavenly drink goes well with all sorts of breakfast foods. The sweetness of the espresso seemed to pair ever so nicely with my authentic Cuban breakfast of fried plantains (which I’ll save my love for those for a later post), eggs, Cuban toast, and home fries–but I can only imagine it would compliment any breakfast food whether it be french toast, eggs, or pancakes.

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If you haven’t tried this simple yet spectacular drink you must! I want to find a place in Boston that sells them, so if anyone knows of a place PLEASE let me know (because I will literally buy a vat). Try it with any breakfast food and I promise you won’t be disappointed. But until next time, keep eating!

Jamaican Me Crazy!

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Goodbye my obsession for tzatziki and hello to my new love affair with Jamaican food! I recently returned from a spectacular spring break–one that was many firsts for me. My first time on a cruise, my first time in Jamaica and the Grand Cayman islands, and my first time experiencing the food all these wonderful places have to offer. While my spring break could not have been any better (the sun, the warm weather, and the glory of not wearing a single article of winter clothing), there is one thing I can not get off my mind: the endless amounts of Jamaican barbeque I experienced. There is something about that Jamaican BBQ jerk chicken that kept me coming back for more.

My love affair started when our cruise ship docked into the port of Falmouth, Jamaica. From there my friends and I hopped on a bus and headed to the spectacular beach. The trip included lunch, leaving us not sure what to expect. But oh did I ever underestimate the lunch we had. I practically ran over to the buffet table and started to fill my plate with seasoned rice and beans, grilled corn, jerk style pork and BBQ jerk chicken. The flavors of all these foods combined was all one could ever imagine. The meat practically melted in your mouth. The sauce accompanying the meat left you wanting to lick your plate clean. I stopped counting how many plates I went back for, and it’s probably for the best. Lunch was easily the best part of my day.

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It’s going to be hard to even come close to finding the food I ate that day in Jamaica in Boston–if anyone knows of a place, I will be forever grateful. Needless to say, I will be on the hunt. If I could, I would fly a private jet back to that little beach where they cooked the food right in front of you and consume as much Jamaican food as humanly possible. But until next time, keep eating!