Me: "I made 'fanguito.'" (FAHN-GEE-TOH)
Amy Kikita: "Fanguito? Really, Mom? Wait! Is that another Cubanism? Isn't 'fango' the Spanish word for 'mud?' Where exactly are you??"
She sounds puzzled, and I picture her tilting her head to one side (kind of like a German shepherd).
Me: "In the kitchen. 'Fanguito,' yes. It's really dulce de leche. But I made it in the crockpot. Isn't that cool?"
Silence. (I'm guessing she's processing and translating and praying for her mother's sanity.)
Amy Kikita: "You freaked me out just a little..." (under her breath): "I guess Cubanism can strike at any age."
