Torrejas are a bit like French toast and always remind me of Easter with my Salvadoran grandmother. She was in charge of the food in my house and, of course, the menu had to be extra special on these sacred days. She would prepare codfish with garbanzos and torrejas drenched in sweet syrup with a touch of liquor, two unforgettable dishes.
Perhaps in those times grandmothers did not worry about whether children had alcohol in desserts, but obviously my grandmother wasn't too concerned about it. Since she never drank liquor, I guess she didn't add much, but enough for children to taste it.
The food was the best part of those hot, long, super boring days, because my sweet grandmother did not allow us to listen to music or watch TV. It was forbidden to play and run, but the worst was that on Good Friday we were not allowed to shower because she would tell us that we could grow a fish tail… She was so creative! The magical realism of my favorite writer fell short to these wild stories. So you can understand why the food was the center of our lives on these days and fortunately Grandma was a divine cook.
She also had a habit of not letting girls enter the kitchen, so this is my interpretation of the torrejas that delighted me every year when I spent Easter with her. The honey syrup is a transparent and flavored with cinnamon, and the slices of bread are thick and filled with sweet syrup. It's such a provocative reminder that I cannot resist the temptation and I think I'll have to eat some right now.
What desserts remind you of Easter?