#pastelillos

[dinosaurwithablog]

I made homemade dough and homemade picadillo so I could make pastelillos like my grandma used to make. They were delicious 😋 😍 Sometimes, when I don't feel like making dough, I use egg roll wrappers. They are a great and easy substitute for homemade dough. I love pastelillos. When I was a kid, my grandma would make large quantities of them, and I'd eat 10-15 at a time. My grandma loved to feed people so my voracious appetite made her very, very happy 😊 If Mother Teresa came over for dinner and only ate a little bit, my grandma wouldn't like her vey much because she no eat very, very good, but if Charles Manson came over and had thirds, she'd say that this boy might be a little crazy but i like him because he eats very, very good. If you ate well, my grandma would love you. Thankfully, I ate very, very well. I love my grandma. I miss her, but when I cook her food the way she used to cook it, I feel close to her. It's like she's standing right next to me. It's a wonderful feeling. 💜💜💜

[nuvoldecoco]

Una receta súper fácil de preparar!

[deligrossery]

Deli Grossery Archive: May 2019

Pastelillos House & Deli. 613 E 138th St, The Bronx, NY. (Photo Date: 5/18/19) 

[gardenstateofmind]

work thanksgiving potluck :)

[uncreative-bxstard]

I had a dream last night that I went to Puerto Rico with my grandma and I ate all the food

[lesbiancloudtail]

literally just want a hug right now

[gustosabroso53]

[calloutdog]

Callout on Hahadit_ part one.

[simplyghosting]

Me: I think you make better empanadas than my mom.

Neighbor: *utter joy*

Neighbor’s husband: And never shall we mention this to your mother.

[gibertz]

i need to make a tag system, i need to decorate, i need to xyz like…

[estouestportraits]

Latin American Recipe The unique flavors of Puerto Rican seasonings, green olives, and lean beef combine in small deep-fried meat pies known as pastelillos.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I had to make pastelillos after making the samosas. They are the Puerto Rican equivalent, in my opinion. They are crispy pockets of love that are filled with a variation of picadillo or cheese. I love both versions. My grandma used to make these so when I eat them, it's like she's in my kitchen creating love through food again. It makes me very, very, very happy. She was a great woman. People would come from miles around to eat her food, and she always cooked enough to feed everyone. My friends would have dinner with their families and then come to my house to be fed by my grandmother. She was unconditional love personified. I miss her, but she is still alive in my heart and my soul. I love you, grandma!!! 😍 ❤️❤️❤️😍🥰😍🙏🏼

[carmineline]

pernil y arroz con gandules y pasteles y tostones 😩😩😩😩😩😩

[sketchingsands]

Gourmet Pastelillos Meat Pies The unique flavors of Puerto Rican seasonings, green olives, and lean beef combine in small deep-fried meat pies known as pastelillos.

[medatnks]

Ni siquiera notó que se trataba de Gideon antes de hablar– Obviamente para ti no aplica y puedes entrar igual –afirmó. Nunca era problema recibir a sus seres queridos, incluso si ya había cerrado el local. Y además de eso, no era ciega y se notaba que Prewett estaba cansado. Tomó uno de los pastelillos que, si no recordaba mal, era de los que le gustaban a su amigo y lo llevó hasta la mesa– Ten, tienes cara de necesitar algo así –depositó el plato sobre la superficie, mientras se sentaba en la silla frente a él.

― No, no, abre, lo merezco ―aún así se dejó caer sobre una de las mesas cercanas, agotado. Había estado todo el día moviendo mercancía en el bar, vigilando su correcto arribo y cambiando de lugar diversos muebles. Necesitaba despejarse un poco y la cafetería se encontraba camino a su casa―. Sólo... Déjame descansar un poco aquí, en esta mesa ―reposó su rostro sobre la superficie de madera, cerrando los ojos por momentos.

[lunallaa]

||when the cat distribution system strikes||

gotham knights!jason todd x gn!reader

{Not edited/proof read please excuse any errors♡}

Ever since the two of you started dating, your favorite view and time of day consisted of the quite moments you and Jason shared when the city was asleep and everything for once was at peace. Now, you weren't a fan of being woken up in the middle of the night, but you found it hard to remain upset when you could look over at the other side of the bed and see your boyfriend finally have the moments of peace that he deserves for all that he does for the people of Gotham. Recently though, that view of yours got an upgrade. Tonight you had been torn out of your sleep by a slightly unpleasant dream and as you turned over to adjust yourself for sleep again you were met with the sweetest sight. There of course was your boyfriend peacefully dosing away, but with the newest adition of a small little void of a kitten just as peacefully sleeping on his chest. That tiny little thing was an unexpected new member of the little family the two of you had made and you wouldn't change a thing,even if the kitten still remained unnamed after being home for about a month now. You'll probably have to change that soon.

You remember when that furry little angel entered your lives like it was yesterday. You had gone out to the Bodega around the corner from your apartment to grab a few of their home-made pastelillos* for dinner because Jason was home for the night nursing a sprained ankle and craving one of his favorite meals. You remember being in a rush that evening due to the forecast of rain that was supposed to roll in at any moment, and due to that you were meant to be in and out and home within just a handful of minutes. Instead, on your way back home you were stopped dead in your tracks by the most pathetic little meow you have ever heard. Your goal of getting home as soon as possible was abandoned as you made your way to the tattered cardboard box sitting just at the entrance of the alleyway you almost walked past. Strays and pets that simply found themselves outside were no strangers to the neighborhood, not so much abandoned animals, which seemed to be the case as you get Closer to the tattered and damp box. Once you got close enough to get a peek inside you were able to see there in the shadow of the box the smallest kitten you have ever seen in your life. You had wondered to yourself if the poor thing was runt that had been left out here due to the fact you saw no evidence of any littermates or a mom. By then it had started to lightly rain, and you wasted no time in removing the hoodie you wore then gently picking and wrapping up the damp little creature as it cried out at the sudden change of environment.

Anytime you take a little more time than usual on an errand than planned, Jason can't help himself from becoming worried. It also doesn't help his worry when you don't answer you phone when he sends a few texts trying to see what was possibly making you late when it should've only taken you around twenty minutes. After hearing your voicemail message for the fourth time he was almost ready to (hesitantly) call one of his siblings to go look for where you could've gone, not only could you be in some kind of danger but the rain was starting to worry him. He was halfway off the couch when your soaking form finally came through the door. You barely gave him time to sigh in relief, let alone welcome you home and ask what happened as you hurriedly dropped the bag of food into his lap before quickly making your way into the bathroom. That worried him. In the last few years of you dating, you never came home and did not speak to him immediately, let alone rush past him like that. He thought he was worried before, but now he is concerned and almost scared of what's happening that he doesn't know about. Jason carefully got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen to put your dinner into the microwave to keep warm before he made his way into the restroom to see what you could possibly be up to. The last thing he expected to see was you cradling a small soaking wet ball of black fur while stressfully searching the internet on your phone. While he had already began connecting the dots on what was happening, it wasn't until he had hobbled his way to your side and the furball meowing at him that he was fully aware of what was going on.

“Babe? Everything okay?”

“Oh! Jason! I was on my way back home but then I found this poor thing and I couldn't bring myself to leave it there I had to take it home. I'm so sorry.”

“Baby, no need to apologize. I'm Just glad you're home safe. Now, let me take over you need to go dry off and get warm.”

That night you and Jason had done what you could with your limited supply to bathe and care for the kitten before agreeing that you two would make the trip to the vet clinic in the morning to make sure it had a clean bill of health. You two had also immediately decided that you'd adopt the kitten due to how attached you had become and that Jason has no ability to say no to you when it comes to Stuff like this.

Life with a kitten was certainly new, it felt almost like the next big step in the commitment of your relationship. Thankfully the kitten was perfectly healthy, and your theory of it being a runt that was undesired was spot on. You had also found out that the kitten was a little girl and she fell in love with the two of you. She would constantly follow you around the apartment and was never more than a few feet from your side, if there was a moment where she wasn't with you it was because she discovered that Jason was her favorite playmate and her favorite pillow. You couldn't blame her, with his higher than normal body heat and big soft muscles he was your favorite pillow too. It had slightly worried you at first that a kitten was too big of a change and commitment for the two of you to make so suddenly, but that sweet little furball made you quickly realize that you and Jason were in the perfect spot in your relationship to handle just that.

Now as you lay in bed looking at the two loves of your life, you reflect on that rainy evening and feel so greatful for the universe putting this sweet little thing in your path. You also realize that it's almost been a month and your kitten needs a name.

"Jason. Hey.” He's awake immediatley.

"Yeah? What's wrong baby? What's happening?”

"We need to name her.” Jason relaxes now that he knows there's no danger, just his sweet girl and her late night thoughts.

"Yeah? What do you Suggest?” There's a pause as you think about your answer.

“Hmmm. What about…Midna?”A soft laugh escapes him as he recognizes the name. He wouldn't expect any less than for you to chose the name of your favorite character from one of you favorite video games.

“Hmmm nerd. Now go to sleep.”

"Okay goodnight, love you.”

“Goodnight, love you too beautiful.”

"I was talking to Midna.”

At that he softly moves and deposits the sleeping kitten onto the pillows above your heads before moving himself to softly smother you in his arms for the rest of night. Sleep comes back easily when your little family is all together in this little pocket of peace.

This blurb takes place in the same little universe as my last blurb :)

Read it here!

pastelillos*- basically Puerto Rican empanadas (I have a personal hc that Jason is mixed and half Puerto Rican♡)

Also if you recognize the name I picked for their kitten I love you♡