Milhoja, a desert.
Milhoja, a desert.

I come from a hard working, immigrant Colombian family that has surpassed many obstacles and sacrifices to achieve our current status. Fortunately, my close family now lives in the United States in the state of South Carolina in a little town close to Columbia, called Lexington. We now live in comfortable and good conditions in a big house and a well provided home, but it was not always this way. Our home is the capital city of Colombia, Bogota. A place of innovative enterprise and culture. The streets are surrounded by beautiful sights and food, and the people have this energy that brings vivid life to the city. Colombia is a third world country, denoting it as a violent, high density of poverty country, and my family, unfortunately, suffered these conditions. My grandparents from both sides of the family come from very poor, low socioeconomic status, fighting every day for daily food; So every little "luxurious" object was a blessing to the family. In my family, a "Milhoja" is heaven sent to earth in the form of food. It is the biggest treasure within the history of the family and we all enjoy a good Milhoja. This layered dessert would make appearances in only of the most important family events we would have. It would bring together our souls and mouths to celebrate our blessings and good news. Yet this desert covered in gold is not produced in the United States, so this object itself goes through our migration everytime we can get our hands on it. The sweet layers of cream taste of the hard work and tradition of my family, and the culinary masterpiece of my Colombia. 

Place(s): Colombia
Year: 2016

– Luna A. Medina Moreno

Relationship:  Im/migrant who arrived as a child Im/migrant who arrived as a child