Sopaipillas: Little Fried Pillows of Deliciousness

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Sopaipillas: Little Fried Pillows of Deliciousness

Posted by Lia Bulaong, May 11, 2007 at 5:20 PM

Matt of MattBites shares his memory of sopaipillas, a dessert that always takes him back straight to his childhood: "Made by my grandmother, the tender warm pillows of fried dough were sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and drizzled with honey and always disappeared within minutes. She would encourage us to eat them immediately while they were still warm, but it was always said with a wink in her eye – she knew we couldn't keep our hands off them until there was an empty plate of grease-laden cinnamon-scented crumbs."

7 Comments | Tags: dessert, New Mexico, pastry, recipes, sopaipillas, South American

7 Comments:

these look devine

mittie at 1:11PM on 05/12/07

We italian folk make zeppole and sfingi which are also fried dough with powdered sugar or honey. Fried dough rules.
Lia I feel you starting to want to share recipes. You know you want to.

JerzeeTomato at 4:49PM on 05/12/07

These remind me of when I had beignets at Cafe Du Monde, in New Orleans. They were the most delicious things I had ever tasted, of course the atmosphere didn't hurt either. How can one bite create a memory that can last a lifetime? Thanks Lisa for the memory.

Louise at 8:42AM on 05/13/07

I'm sorry I got your name wrong, excuse me please Lia!!!

Louise at 8:44AM on 05/13/07

my siblings and i used to eat this all the time in new mexico when we were little. they're the best when they're still warm and melt-in-your-mouthy (not greasy), drizzled with honey and cinnamon. is this a southwestern thing? in my mind it is.

numnums at 1:58PM on 05/13/07

I was reading Bill Buford's book Heat this weekend and he writes about learning to make pasta in a small mountain town in Italy. He feels a loss because He no longer has contact with the women and her aunts that taught him. He writes, " It is, I concluded, a side effect of this kind of food, one that's handed down from one generation to another, often in conditions of adversity, that you end up thinking of the dead, that the very stuff that sustains you tastes somehow of mortality." This passage touched me and I immediately thought of it as I read your piece. Always enjoy reading your stuff!

Colorado Jim at 9:55AM on 05/14/07

I can completely relate to you. MY grandmother's family is from New Mexico and I can still remember the first time I had these delicious little treats. I didn't know what they were and I didn't want to try them but I did anyway and I have been in love with them since them. We never have to worry about them going cold or to waste.

ccrose916 at 12:16AM on 05/04/08

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