Last year while still living in L.A., our niece Samantha told us about a house for rent in Santa Rosa, right across the street from her and her husband Rudy. Their daughter Nayla was about to be born and we decided we wanted to be closer to family, and needed a change, so we came up in October to look at the house, and by December 1st we'd made the big move.
One of the first things I remember after Samantha scoped out the house for us, was her telling us that we had some wonderful fig trees in the back yard. They looked strange for figs and we found out later that they were actually Pineapple Guavas, or Fejoas as they're sometimes called. We made our move a bit too late to enjoy last year's harvest, but this year was a different story.
Gathering up armfuls of those pretty green fruit, Ted went to work making Guava Jam. Oooooooooh ... sweet, slightly tart, tropical ... luscious. And as a tribute to Portos, our favorite Cuban bakery in Burbank, Ted baked up some Pastelitos — light flakey pastries (like little pies) filled with Guava jam and cream cheese, and tasting like "Ay Carumba!" in your mouth.
Sweeeeeeeeeet!
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