I first had Ropa Vieja at my in-laws' house in New York. My mother-in-law is from El Salvador and my father-in-law is Cuban, and that means I'm married to a man who knows good Ropa Vieja. As this was cooking all afternoon, I kept hearing,
"You are KILLING ME. That smells so freaking good but it's not ready to eat yet."
When it was ready to eat, we both sampled it and decided it was legit - even though it wasn't his mom's exact recipe. (There's no such thing because she tends to cook more by "feel" and less by following exact recipes.)Read More