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Cocina al Minuto with Nitza Villapol: a Cooking Show {And a Drunken Chicken Story}

 (Highly seasoned oxtail with  my homemade mojo)


NPR News (the Florida affiliate, WLRN) stumbled upon this post and called me up to interview my mother and me about Nitza Villapol’s influnce on both our cooking —  and the drunken chicken sorry. It’s worth the listen. Check it out here. 


“Sure, there’s plenty we can do today. We have beets, carrots. We can go to the market and pick up petite pois. We can make a guisado.” 

That was Nitza Villapol‘s answers to her assistant’s solemn cry for ideas stemming from poor circumstances and low food inventory. Villapol, hailed as a national hero by Cubans and the Latina Julia Child by modernists like myself, was an optimist, always craving to create the next approachable dish regardless of the island’s poor and destitute reality.

Her cookbooks are mainstays in any Cuban home. I grew up watching Mami flip through ‘Cocina Criolla and marking pages. I’ve chatted about that classic cookbook in a previous post. But, what Nitza is most remembered for, is her wildly successful TV show ‘Cocina al Minuto’ (Cooking by the Minute), which aired for more than 30 years, hardly believable in a Communist regime that controls everything and does little for the people.

But her show did just that; it helped the nation. Where there was despair and a sense of loss in hope and appetite, Nitza offered up viable and delicious solutions that made a difference.

I was just tipped off to this video of Nitza’s cooking show which predates Julia’s TV debut. It’s exciting to see behind-the-scenes, but the video has a gloomy undertone that highlights the plight of living in a politically choked  nation that rations food. She talks about moments in time when certain foods were sanctioned or no longer dished out. Like eggs. Or manteca (fat). The absence of those most basic ingredients gave her a clean platform to be a true teacher. She conjured up recipes to make up for the deficiency. Not all of them seem so appealing but her poetic approach and convincing mannerisms left the home cook eager to try them. At least once. The video carefully jests at these losses with fun jingles about the long gone ingredients — 50 ways to cook without eggs; or how to make sofrito with water, instead of cooking oil.

(the video is in Spanish, but I’m hopeful you can get someone to translate it for you if you don’t understand. It’s a gem!)

Unimaginable to me.

In its glory (if someone in Cuba could have a TV career spanning 3 decades, and where food shortages are commonplace, surely, anyone can dream BIG and have their run their own journey for their own chance) and to some level of entertainment, the 13-minute documentary actually saddened me.  I shared it with Mami, who laughed at first, as she agreed with Nitza’s suggestions, but then sank into her chair and uttered “como me recuerdo cuando no habia huevos.”

Sometime after I was born, she recalls a ration of 3 eggs per person, per month.

But the one story my mother recounts and has me both crying and laughing, is a chicken one. 

This a true story I’ve heard over and over again.

Mami was 9 months pregnant with yours truly. At the time, there was a strict “law” which jailed anyone for “smuggling” food from el interior (Pinar del Rio, etc…) into Havana. If you know my Mother, you know she’s the most audacious spirit. Even at 25. She was a rebel. Traveling from Pinar del Rio back to Cojimar, and with Papi at her side, Mami was carrying one whole, live chicken in a mesh grocers bag. In order for the chicken to make it to Havana without  any infraction, Mami did what she had to. She inebriated el pollo!

We went to visit friends in Pinar del Rio, in the countryside. 

They gave us a chicken as a gift. In those days, you couldn’t bring any produce or food product from outside of Havana back into the city.   

My husband didn’t want to bring the chicken on the bus. In those days, if they caught you bringing food from the outside, they would fine

you. Our friend said ‘Wait, I know what to do!’

Corn and rum knocked the old bird out for the entire ride. Until Mami got queasy and asked the bus driver to pull over. She had no choice, but was reluctant for fear of the chicken coming to. Papi nudged it — more like a gentle sucker punch — one good time to ensure he was still in lala land, Mami did her thing on the side of the road, and both climbed back on the bus.

Mother, child and chicken made it to Havana without incident.

These are the things my parents and many people had to do (and still do) in order to survive.

If Nitza inspired cooks all over the island to remain hopeful and find joy in cooking, it’s no wonder she’s revered a national treasure.

The following lines in a poem by Cuban author Eliseo Alberto are apropos :

“Las amas de casa merecen un homenaje nacional. En la intimidad de su cocina han inventado recursos para sernos la vida pasajera… La manera de confundir el gusto del pesacado. El arte de hacer con cascara, dulce amable. El hábito de sentirnos con pura magia satisfechos… Había que verla.”

And, if necessity is the mother of invention, there is no doubt she is la madre de muchos platos cubanos!

Eat well, love unapologetically, pray with true intention, and take care of yourself.

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7 thoughts on “Cocina al Minuto with Nitza Villapol: a Cooking Show {And a Drunken Chicken Story}

  1. Bren,
    Words can’t express the love shown through this post and most if all, great history! No I couldn’t understand, yet I did. Expressions, emotions and Love Speak volumes without translation.

    The story of your mom is a true gem on treasure! I so hope I get to meet her soon.

    Lovely, lovely post!

  2. I loved this story! Growing up with refugee parents, I too heard lot’s of stories that are funny now (even to my parents) but must have been something else to live through. Thanks for the post and keep it up!

  3. When my parents left Britain in 1957 they had to give up their ration cards, so even years after the war life was full of shortages and not back to normal. I wish I could understand Spanish so as to get a better idea of the storied tale behind this video. When I was in Cuba I remember the delicious chicken!!

  4. Beautiful, beautiful post mujer. I had seen her book a hundred times- of course it was in all my family’s houses, but had never seen her “in person”. The stories told via a people’s foods, and especially we Cubans who love our food so much. ; ) Thanks for sharing a bit of our past. Good and/or bad- it’s ours. BB2U

  5. Loved the peek into the kitchens in the video. We visited Cuba a while back, and many of the kitchens still look the same as in the video. So difficult a life for so many, but they are strong, resilient, and as your post conveys -resourceful! Vaya con Dios Cubanos.

    I see you get your spirit from your mom.

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