I’m craving cheese today. Salty, sharp Wisconsin cheddar cheese. The closest I could find in the market is a processed, yellow cheese that looks like a sliced Kraft cheese-like-product. It contains a label of Procesado Typo de Americano Queso, Amarillo. No bueno!
The cheese I’m craving is actually part of a larger craving — for a refried bean, spinach, and cheese taco. I stopped in a place advertising tacos and my craving was not on the menu. I decided instead to hit the market and see what I could find to make my own.
First stop was Pali, the local supermercado that caters to Nicaraguans who want food not provided by the outdoor market. Continue reading “Queso Americano”