Let me tell you about Jonah’s and my living situation. We live in a family’s basement. Sounds awesome right? Let me tell you more. They refurnished half of their basement into this adorable studio apartment, which is actually pretty big for a studio. And instead of paying rent we work for the family: childcare (nannying 3 children is no easy task, I now feel for the nannies I had when I was younger), cooking, and cleaning. Thus far, it has actually been a really wonderful learning experience for us.

The family is gluten-free and Kosher, as well as having a few other dietary restrictions, so cooking for them can be a little complicated, but also has opened new doors for me. Early on in our time with them, one day the father of the family pulled out a tupperware of plantains he had quickly cooked in just oil and told me, “These are going to go bad soon. See if you can get the kids to eat them?” I told him I’d do my best.

Now, I’d never really encountered plantains before, at least not that I remembered, except for one time this past summer when a friend cooked them for us. I know from Jonah’s time in the Dominican Republic that they’re often fried and kind of bland, and I didn’t want that. So I sauteed them in a little butter and cinnamon, got them all caramelized and warm, and the kids ate them up like they were tootsie pops. They tasted so good! They have plantains at the New Seasons by our house, so sometimes I buy them and do the same thing I did for the kids. Delicious.