As a Venezuelan, there isn't a food I identify with more than arepas.
Arepas are like our daily bread. We eat them for breakfast, lunch and/or dinner. They are never missing from the table. Not only do they fill our stomachs with food, they also fill our hearts with pride.
This recipe that I'm sharing with you today fills me with double the pride because this was the first recipe I prepared with my very own hands at a young age. I remember that my mom would prepare the dough and I would be in charge of making the little balls. She would then fry them. The arepas wouldn't come out particularly round, but the taste is what mattered most.
I prepare these little arepas for my children regularly and they love them!
What dish filled you with pride?