“Yonaira María, batata cocía, por la mañana y al medio día.” – Doña Taty
When I was little, my grandma (Abuela Taty) came up with a little rhyme about me. It doesn’t translate very well (“Yonaira María, sweet baked potato, in the morning and at noon”). Regardless, it stuck. My family still calls me Batata Cocía.
In honor of Doña Taty, food will be posted here. Lots of yummy food. Some made by me, all of it eaten by me. Like that yummy, crab-stuffed yuca alcapurria in the picture.