It’s not my mom’s Cuban kitchen without her mamoncillos. Here, in the Dominican Republic, they call them lemoncillos. She said that when my grandmother was pregnant with her, she craved and ate a ton of these and maybe that’s why she’s so obsessed with them. It came from the womb. In fact, my mom is so obsessed that when she saw a street vendor selling them she bought every branch he had. Good day for the mamoncillo guy. If that’s the case, I wonder what Rafaella will be obsessed with considering my cravings??? Brownies or pasta perhaps?
