I was supposed to be fasting this week, but a neighbour gave me ripe mangos and green plantains from her farm, so... patacones were necessary.
Years ago, back in Canada, patacones were the first thing I learned to cook for the displaced Colombians (and other Latinos) working in my neighbourhood. Simple to make, and a joy to serve with hogao and guacamole.
(And in return, I got an outlook on life that led me to a whole new world of learning. Also: leftover patacones!)
