A Sweet-Smelling Christmas

Just like the Tico’s who told me that the winds remind them of Christmas, I now have a memory of my first Costa Rican Christmas: molasses.

Now mind you, I can’t buy molasses in the store. Or if it’s there, I don’t know where to find it. But, if I really need some (and I have had a few recipes require it), all I have to do is go outside and scoop some up from the ground. Big trucks came through the other day and sprayed the substance into the dirt. It’s supposed to help with dust and erosion.

So now my entire town smells like molasses. What a sweet memory for my first Christmas here.

Pura vida…Chrissy