Easter or “Holy week” as we call it, is a week long celebration.
Back in Costa Rica we have the processions,there are many church activities and people get from 3 to 5 days off, in my family ever since I was little, we would go back to the farm.
Back then my great grandmother was alive, and I was raised very innocently, believing things like if on a holy friday I went to swim in the river I would turn into a mermaid (something that I seriously considered with a friend of mine), she was a 103 and you have to behave because if you happen to disrespect holy friday you will be punished… oh! I did behave.
We used to go camping,fishing and build fires and the older people would tell us stories about ghosts and things that had happened in the farms, which scared me to death, I believed every single word, as I got older I truly cherish those moments and the other day a cousin took a photo of the house of my great aunt where I used to go for holy week, it is an old house that hasn’t changed a bit.
The traditions, the scary bits, which not believed so much now still respected and remembered with certain nostalgia, my childhood is trapped right there in that moment and time and I remember and cherish every detail.
Some places seem to not be touched by time and still every year, my family goes camping, fishing.. oh and my grandma cooking without limits and us eating like there’s no tomorrow.
From the traditional foods I love specially “rosquillas” which are made with corn and cheese in a wood oven, the best way to eat them is put some in a cup of black coffee and eat them with a spoon, believe me!
They can be purchased like this, but back in the farm, every year the corn dough is prepared from scratch and baked in a rustic wood oven.
Guatemala is pretty incredible, I think I leave that pretty clear every time I talk about it and sight a little, whishing oceans where way smaller.. what calls my attention the most is the carpets they make in the streets ..
But for this go over to Lucy’s and this particular post of Semana Santa explaining a more about this and many other Guatemalan traditions.
The photo below belongs to my friend Suzanne
You can see the rest of her photos over here
As for Spain, I guess there could be a blog just about the stuff they do here, like in every other place some people are quite religious and wait all year for this week, I live in a place where is not common to do so much but this is something new I learned “Monas de Pascua”
Starts at 8am making the dough and letting it rest for 3 hours.
Then there is the filling made with lemon, almond,sugar,cinnamon and olive oil
Another layer of dough and some decoration..
Some are stuffed some are not..
Then we got to this one which at first I thought they where kidding..
This one is one layer of dough..
And 2 hard boiled eggs..
Apparently the tradition for kids mostly is while eating it, smash the egg in someone’s head…
That’s when I giggled .. and had to confirm it, from different sources, I may seem so silly asking all these questions but I was curious..
The egg is smashed in the head, but not eaten with the bread, because is sweet…so it is just used later for a salad or something.
One with Nutella, half of the jar to be precise.
Here they are all ready to rest for another hour..
Now they had to be glazed with egg, for that golden color, and sprinkled with sugar all around the top
I made the first 2 in the corner.
After an afternoon of baking, running back and forth, ohhhh the smell..
Here they are.
Starting with the famous eggs..
The ones with the filling..
A total of 11, some to give away, some to keep.
They are soooo good, and everyone laughs when I keep telling them, they should be eaten all year long not just easter.
So this is how I spent my easter, and I am keeping this recipe with me to make some when I get back home, one of the great things of traveling is this… learning new things that you can carry with you and can share later on.
This is the one I made and one last thing:
Nutella is love.