Before making the trip to Cuba, we stopped in Miami for a few days to see family & do what Cubans do best...eat & drink. A few snapshots of the weekend...
Stocking up before the family gathering.
Who let the crazy bandits in the back of the van?
I don't lay claim to him.
The Cuban version of crack. Seriously.
Apparently it takes THISMANY people to carve a pig. (Probably not, but the pig carvers do get first dibs). A family affair.
There is no "waiting in line" at a Cuban pig roast. Especially when you're family. If you want some, especially the good pieces, you better shove yourself to the table & start digging in.
Inspecting Cuban treat bags put together by my lovely tia.
A dulce de leche treat. That little thing is half the size of a yogurt container, filled entirely with dulce de leche. I was on it like flies on...well, you get the point.
Last but not least, my favorite picture...
My grandpa, "Hot." When I see him, I'll always be 8 years old &a he'll always be my strong grandpa who made me feel like the prettiest & smartest girl in the world. I do no wrong in his eyes...the love of a grandfather to his only granddaughter.
He may be aging, but damnit, he still loves his pork. :)
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