The Fritada I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Fritada and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the subtly spiced and herbal was right, choclo corn was handled the way it should be.

Ecuador's position on the equator gives it extraordinary biodiversity of ingredients from coast, highlands, and Amazon. Growing up it was always a Quito mercado central, which shaped my reference point entirely. naranjilla juice alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.