Rosquetes is a dessert that has been in my family for years. My great-grandmother, Carmen, started the tradition of making rosquetes whenever the family was together. Carmen is an immigrant of Tenerife, Spain; she moved to Venezuela in 1952 bringing this glorious dessert with her. It is fried dough, with the shape of a little donut, soft on the inside but crunchy on the outside with a lime aroma that would invade your palate. It can be dangerously addictive. This recipe was my great­grand mother’s secret, it was her way of saying welcome to her house, and she was able to build so many memories around the family with just a simple dessert. There was only one problem with this recipe; Carmen never measured the ingredients, so you can imagine it was difficult to repeat.

When Carmen turned 80 years old, my mom decided it was time to ask for the recipe or it would be lost forever in her memory. One day she ask Carmen to do rosquetes while my mom took the time to measure every ingredient and write it down step by step. It took some time and practice but we finally have the famous recipe. Carmen passed away when she was 83 years old, but thanks to her rosquetes recipe she would always be present at our family reunions. You might not noticed now but those simple family recipes are the one with the most meaning, so make sure to write down and practice a recipe with your grandmother before is too late.

Place(s): Tenerife

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