Mini Spanish Omelettes (Tortilla de Papa Cubana). These mini omelettes are made with egg, potato, and onion then baked in a muffin tin! Brunch will never be the same.
To say the that the last few weeks here in South Florida were stressful and overwhelming is an understatement.
It has been a very long time since South Florida had seen a hurricane as crazy powerful as Hurricane Irma.
We were legit terrified.
See, since 2005, hurricane season had passed us by with lots of rain (obv, that’s normal) and maaaybe a Category 1 hurricane?
In other words, it’s been calm.
Heck, whenever there was a warning and we knew it was no big deal, we’d throw hurricane parties to celebrate the day(s) off. Some people don’t understand this mentality.
Here’s the thing, when you are born and raised in Miami, these hurricanes become the norm for us. This is second nature. We go on auto-pilot with preparations, then are resilient and overcome obstacles when it’s all over.
And we already know that if it’s not more than a Category 3, it’s just another rainy day.
But this was different.
We HAD to care about Irma. She was a Category 5! We remembered what the Category 5 did the last time so obviously, we all went into panic mode.
Starting with buying water, perishables, and then planning how we were going to ride this thing out.
Some people fled (evacuated); others rode it out in the dark, surrounded by shuttered windows, pets, perishables, loved ones, and fear.
I was the latter.
Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as we originally anticipated because of the slight shift to the west it took but it was still pretty powerful for us. There were down trees EVERYWHERE and no power for a week. The heat was BRUTAL. Streets were also blocked by trees and debris including avocados and mangoes (you know, from the trees #miamilife)
We pretty much had not cut a tree in this city in 12 years.
Glad that’s over.
Well, for now. Hurricane season ends in November. PRAY HARD.
In staying with my family the last week (which was nuts on it’s own, let me tell you. My family is CRAY. I compare it to this. Watch it, you’ll laugh and hopefully understand what I mean.), I got to enjoy a lot of the foods I had as a kid. You know all the unhealthy ones. It was glorious.
More about growing up in a Latin household here.
It reminded me of all the times, we had prepared for hurricanes in the past.
Because, of course, aside from buying water and canned goods, you had to make everything in the fridge before it spoiled due to loss of power. At least that was the procedure in my house. COOK EVERYTHING.