- File Size: 408 KB
- Print Length: 180 pages
- Page Numbers Source ISBN: 154541078X
- Publisher: Paz Ellis; 1 edition (April 15, 2017)
- Publication Date: April 15, 2017
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B071R9R4BF
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Enabled
- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #528,756 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
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Plantains and the 7 Plagues: A Memoir: Half-Cuban, Half-Dominican and Full Life Kindle Edition
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I enjoyed this book immensely! I totally relate with Paz experiences growing up. I was born and raised in Cuba and we came to the US in 1960, shortly after Castro. As a child in Cuba, my paternal grandmother would throw a hughe get together for Noche Buena (Christmas Eve). Relatives from all over came for this feat of lechon, arroz con frijoles negros, yuca frita y platano maduros frito (roast pork, rice with black beans, fried yuca and fried plantain). Even though I was a younster, our parents would let my cousins and I enjoy a few glasses of vino tinto (res wine) with the dinner.
After we left Cuba, our family managed to mostly hang together in Miami, I had to work my butt off after school, to make some money as we arrived from Cuba with nothing but a change of clothing. It was a hard struggle to rebuild, but eventually we got back on our feet.
My father always dreamt of one day going back to Cuba and cursed Fidel everyday of his life. He finally passed at age 96, never realizing his dream of going back.
Thanl you Paz Ellis for sharing your story.
This reads nothing like a book, instead, I feel as if I am sitting around Ms. Ellis’ dinner table being served fricassee de pollo, listening to hilarious stories about crazy Aunt Mora. I feel as if I am truly part of this family. I feel for, laugh with and love the characters.
Side note to the author, I too was obsessed with the smell of gasoline as a small child. I was too embarrassed to admit this until now. Thank you Paz for making me realize I was not the only kid hooked on the smell of gasoline fumes!
Everything about this book made me smile, the way her mother was obsessed with a clean house and the silly Spanish sayings she would teach the children such as “If you have a headache, sit under the table.”
Everything was great. UNTIL the end of the book when a full chapter is dedicated to bashing her in-laws. How can anyone say their children are sad because favorite grandfather is dead and they are “stuck” with the stoic, unlovable one? Then proceed to say, “family first.” Apparently that motto only applies to the authors side of the family. Her in-laws are chopped liver…
As angry as this chapter made me, it was followed up nicely when the author admits, “I can be full of sh*t and hypocritical. I do care for my father-in-law.” This made me forgive those prior pages and understand that this was actually the “anger” portion of the grieving period the author seemed the believe she wasn’t experiencing.
Overall, this was a great book reminiscing of a past well remembered.