Even though I was chunky, as a kid I hated to eat. First off, in Cuba eating meant
sitting in front of a plate of mashed malanga. Have you ever even heard of malanga?
No. There is a reason. You’ve heard of potatoes, right? There is a reason. Potatoes taste
good. Malanga is the ugly tasting cousin. You mash it but it never looks right. It comes
out gray. That is actually possible. Gray food. I ate gray food in Cuba . Now imagine
and I for lunch and she would have to shape the mashed
malanga into the body of a man
her commanding will ready to force the malanga down my
windpipe if I resisted the other
pathway beginning at my mouth. I hated to eat. “Masticate
and swallow”. She didn’t
scream. She just repeated the slogan. I cried; It never
stopped her. She wanted me healthy
and fat and full of malanga because the only other choice of
a meal was sugar-water and
that is tastier, but far less nutritious than malanga.
I hated my cousin Sara. She would lie about eating her malanga and heap it on my
“Mom, she
put her – “
“Maticate
and swallow!”
Sara did other shitty things to me like placing a nail on my seat, and pushing me
You are wondering why my mom would use such a complicated word like
And masticate is masticar.
My mom wasn’t building my vocabulary, she was just
mposing her will on her son. My mom was big on imposing her
will. She had another
motto which she enjoyed throwing around on the occasion I would ask the obvious
“why do I
have to eat malanga? I hate malanga.” .
“Do you
want to know why?
I’d fall for it. Walk right into it.
“ Because, aqui la que manda es menda”
That meant that here she was the boss. She was handing out the orders. I just had
So I lived out most of my childhood in
malanga. I was forced fabada – a Spanish style white bean soup, liver, horse meat,
Russian canned meat, and boiled boniatos. And above all, I had to like these foods
was the boss of me, she would say “After all, the food
tastes good so I don’t know what
mother and could not very well impose her will on a child who was not hers, but my
“That girl is so skinny. If
somebody does not do something soon, something will
My mother was obsessive about foods and about medicines. She was obsessive
I do have to admit, that her obsession is what got us visas to leave Cuba and move