End of Summer Shorts: Vol. VI: The Patacon Story

End of Summer Shorts

Vol. VI: The Patacon Story

Release Date: 08.28.2923 

Created By: M.P. SHORTS

    In the charming village of San Feliz, nestled deep within the lush landscapes of a tropical paradise, lived the Hernandez family – a spirited and close-knit group who cherished their traditions and cherished their time together. At the heart of their family gatherings was the matriarch, Alba, a wise and warm-hearted female with a passion for cooking.

    One sunny afternoon, as the family gathered in the cozy kitchen, Alba's grandson, Little Johnny Hernandez, noticed a bunch of ripe plantains on the counter. He wrinkled his nose in curiosity and asked, "Abuela, what are those? They look like giant bananas!”

    Alba giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, my dear Little Johnny Hernandez, those are not bananas! They are plantains – a staple in our cuisine. And today, we're going to make something special with them.”

    With Little Johnny Hernandez's eyes wide with excitement, Alba began to share her culinary wisdom.  She peeled the plantains and cut them into thick slices, explaining that they would be fried to perfection.  While the slices sizzled in hot oil, Alba told the tale of their family's love for plantains, dating back generations.

    As the slices turned golden and crispy, Alba took a heavy flat utensil and showed Little Johnny Hernandez how to flatten them into round discs. The kitchen was filled with the heavenly aroma of frying plantains, and Little Johnny Hernandez's mouth watered in anticipation.

    "Now, mi amor," Alba said, her voice filled with pride, "we'll assemble the Patacon, our beloved sandwich. First, we add a layer of seasoned meat – your abuelo's favorite. Then, some fresh lettuce, sliced tomatoes, and a sprinkle of queso fresco.”

    Little Johnny Hernandez watched in awe as his abuela skillfully layered the ingredients onto the plantain discs. With a final touch of a tangy garlic sauce, the Patacon was complete – a savory masterpiece that looked too good to resist.

    As the family sat around the dining table, enjoying their Patacon sandwiches, laughter filled the air. The crunchy plantains contrasted with the tender meat, the freshness of the veggies, and the creaminess of thecheese – a perfect symphony of flavors.

    Little Johnny Hernandez took a bite, his taste buds dancing with delight. He looked at his Abuela with a beaming smile. "Abuela, this is amazing! I can't believe we've never had Patacons before!”

    Alba giggled, patting Little Johnny Hernandez's hand affectionately. "My dear, traditions are meant to be shared and passed down. Today, you've learned the art of making Patacons, just like my abuela taught me. And someday, you'll teach your own grandchildren.”

    As the sun set over the tranquil village of San Feliz, the Hernandez family continued to share stories, laughter, and their love for food. The Patacon had not only become a delightful addition to their culinary repertoire, but it had also become a symbol of the bonds that tied them together – a legacy of flavor, tradition, and the enduring warmth of family.