This dessert connects to my childhood and memories in Guatemala. I grew up eating Hojuelas for Christmas. The experience of smelling  the worm and sweet smell of a Hojuela when I just wake up. The moment that this Hojuela meant a lot to me was when my grandmother taught me how to make one. I remember her telling me the story of how our Ancestors brought this recipe from Spain. I remember the first day she taught me was the day before Christmas and she told me it was time for me to learn how to do a Hojuela. My grandma. Told me this story behind the recipe and why I meant a lot to us. This recipe was brought from Spain and our ancestors took this to Guatemala  when they immigrated from Spain to Guatemala. After knowing this whole story this meant a lot to me and it was imported because I was going to bring this recipe to  the  United States and how it's going to teach my children the story behind this recipe and how this recipe has been in our family for many years. 

Place(s): Guatemala, Spain
Year: 1967

– T.M

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more