I am officially addicted to 'paletas'. Smack dab in the center of our village is a paletería. Nestled behind the counter is the cutest señor. He makes his ice pops from local fresh fruit and proudly tells about growing up and learning his trade in Michoacan [the Mexican state where they originate from].
With the creative help of our friend, JZ; we have officially decided, we must select our paletas based upon the color of shirt 'el paletero' is wearing that particular day. Even if it means, Sam [unknowingly] receives a prune flavored treat; selected and delivered to him, by two giggling chicas.
With the creative help of our friend, JZ; we have officially decided, we must select our paletas based upon the color of shirt 'el paletero' is wearing that particular day. Even if it means, Sam [unknowingly] receives a prune flavored treat; selected and delivered to him, by two giggling chicas.
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Home made paleta recipe coming soon!
Thanks you, JZ, for the photos!
