Food
2:57 pm
Tue December 24, 2013

Forget The Caja China – Give Hallacas A Try This Nochebuena

The Venezuelan hallaca
The Venezuelan hallaca
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Gringos like me don’t forget their first hallaca.

Mine was lying on a simple white plate, in the coastal town of Lecherías, Venezuela, on the patio of my future in-laws’ home. It was a soft Caribbean Christmas Eve in 1985.

The tawny tamal was swaddled in smoked banana leaves that reminded me of the lush, exotic foliage of an Henri Rousseau painting. I unwrapped it, cut into it, took a bite – and rediscovered Christmas.

Non-Venezuelans always seem to have that experience, and increasingly here in Miami. “I see Americans in the restaurant, and it’s like, ‘Wow, what is this? How come I never had this before?’” says Lorenzo Di Stefano Jr., who is vice president of his family’s local chain of restaurants, El Arepazo Dos, one of a number of Venezuelan eateries from Doral to Weston that serve hallacas at the holidays.

The hallaca – pronounced aw-YAW-ka – is a tropical Yuletide epiphany for the taste buds.

I know that other Latin American countries make their versions of tamales this time of year. And I admit I may be biased because my wife is Venezuelan. But the hallaca tastes unique. It seems the richest gastronomic rendering of that piñata-like festiveness you feel at a Caribbean Christmas. “Venezuelans are described to be the most party people in the world,” Di Stefano points out. “The hallaca combines a bunch of flavors, [just as] when Christmas comes we combine all that [party] energy.”

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Venezuelans, thanks unfortunately to their country’s mounting economic problems  – which this year have made it harder to find hallaca ingredients there – are one of South Florida’s fastest-growing communities. Which means the Venezuelan Christmas is likely to become a familiar fixture here, alongside other Latin American traditions like the Cuban caja china for roast pig.

The hallaca is as much New World statement as it is Navidad fare.

Among Venezuela’s holiday customs are gaita music, a merry and muscular rhythm that erupts across the country each December, and pan de jamón, a sweet ham bread. But hallacas are the sine qua non of the Venezuelan Christmas – a cornucopia of European, African and indigenous Latin American food that’s as much New World statement as it is Navidad fare. “A Christmas without hallacas would make us very sad,” says Caracas-born Carmen León de Castro, “above all when we’re very far from Venezuela.”

Carmen was the matriarch this month when her family hosted a traditional hallaca-making party in Palmetto Bay. Those gatherings are part culinary assembly line, part drinking marathon, and most of all communal Christmas bonding.

Over the years, Carmen has refined her own recipe for what is the soul of any hallaca: the guiso, or meat stew. It’s a Caribbean swirl of ingredients ranging from pork leg to leeks, from capers to annatto seeds.

Along with the soul comes the body: the hallaca shell. It's formed from masa, which is made with the same cornmeal used for another Venezuelan favorite, the arepa. Mixing the masa to just the right consistency for hallacas is an art, which is why Carmen and her daughter Mariela prepare it almost as carefully as they do the guiso.

A LONG, JOVIAL TABLE

Then the fun part starts: combining the masa, guiso and myriad other fillers such as raisins, olives, eggs and spices. It’s all hands on deck at a long, jovial table where the smell of red peppers and pimentos wafts in the air with the aroma of rum and Venezuela’s other national drink – Scotch – as well as the sounds of music like gaita. If you’ve got a political argument to vent or a good ribald joke to tell or a piece of gossip to share or a warm-hearted toast to make, this is the moment.

The hallaca-making table
The hallaca-making table
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Once our hallacas are prepared, they're handed to me and other gringos like Mariela’s husband Chris for the most important job: tying the banana leaves around them with string before they go to the steaming pot. At least they tell us that’s the most important job. Every year they tell us that.

There are a number of different versions of the hallaca’s origins. One holds that slaves and servants invented it centuries ago using the assorted table scraps of wealthy colonial Spaniards. What matters to Venezuelan-Americans like my wife and Mariela is how it keeps them and their own children connected to their criollo roots.

“It’s a big production,” says Mariela. “And when we do it here in the United States it’s fun because as more and more expatriates come, it’s not just family, it’s friends and the families you make.”

Di Stefano believes the hallaca, like the arepa, will do more than bring Venezuelans together in the U.S. It will, he predicts, bring together Venezuelans and the U.S.

In the meantime, there are worse things than doing a bit of your Christmas like, as the man said, the best party people in the world.

Tim Padgett is WLRN's Americas editor. You can read more of his coverage here.