Islands in the Stream, Ernest Hemingway
It had started at noon at the Floridita … [Thomas] had drunk double frozen daiquiris, the great ones that Constante made, that had no taste of alcohol and felt, as you drank them, the way downhill glacier skiing feels running through powder snow and, after the sixth and eighth, felt like downhill glacier skiing feels when you’re running unroped. – Hemingway
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Bless me, Ultima, Rudolfo Anaya
In this classic and controversial coming-of-age novel from Rudolfo Anaya, Tony, the young protagonist, struggles to grasp the practices of organized religion, the arbitrary nature of death, and to find his beliefs among the opposing values of his family. On his life journey, Tony meets Ultima, a simultaneously respected and feared curandera, who teaches him about the medicinal and mystical properties of oregano, chamomile, yerba del manso, osha, and other flowers and herbs of New Mexico. In so doing, Ultima helps Tony form an understanding of chicano culture and his place within it. And you thought chamomile was just for tea.
And I was happy with Ultima. We walked together in the llano and along the river banks to gather herbs and roots for her medicines. She taught me the names of plants and flowers, of trees and bushes, of birds and animals; but most important, I learned from her that there was a beauty in the time of day and in the time of night, and that there was peace in the river and in the hills. She taught me to listen to the mystery of the groaning earth and to feel complete in the fulfillment of its time. My soul grew under her careful guidance. – Anaya
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Dona Flor e Seus Dois Maridos (Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands), Jorge Amado
Comedy, sex, and Brazilian food, all in one book. Amado’s novel tells the story of Dona Flor, a widow who remarries a boring and sexually unsatisfying man only to have the ghost of her lustful first husband present himself to her. Dona Flor grapples with the debt she inherits from her first husband and other challenges by running a culinary school and using the principles in her delicious recipes to guide her actions. Foodies will really appreciate the lengths to which Amado goes to describe Flor’s dishes and tips for entertaining. Fair warning: do not read this novel on an empty stomach as drool might smudge the ink.
Exu eats anything in the way of food, but he drinks only one thing: straight rum. At the crossroads Exu waits sitting upon the night to take the most difficult road, the narrowest, the most winding, the bad road, it is generally held, for all Exu wants is to frolic, to make mischief. Exu, the great mischief-maker, Vadinho’s patron deity. – Amado
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Como Agua Para Chocolate (Like Water for Chocolate), Laura Esquivel
This is probably the first novel that comes to mind when you think of food in Latin American literature. In the main character, Tita, a woman bound by tradition to a life of self-sacrifice, Esquivel combines two of the most fundamental ties of humanity: food and frustration. Esquivel uses this link to ensnare readers as they identify with the protagonist’s struggle to balance propriety with longing and passion. Tita’s only outlet is her cooking; her mouth-watering recipes peppered throughout the novel are so strongly infused with her stifled emotions that they have supernatural side effects. Or do rose petal sauces often make you sweat pink liquid and accidentally make showers combust, forcing you to run off naked into the night with men on horseback?
One last chile in walnut sauce left on the platter after a fancy dinner couldn’t feel any worse than she did…When nobody eats the last chile on the plate, it’s usually because none of them wants to look like a glutton…It was as if they were rejecting that stuffed pepper, which contains every imaginable flavor; sweet as candied citron, juicy as pomegranate, with the bit of pepper and the subtlety of walnuts… Within it lies the secret of love, but it will never be penetrated, and all because it wouldn’t feel proper. – Esquivel