The Sancocho I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Sancocho and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the savoury and satisfying was right, fresh guanábana was handled the way it should be.

the bandeja paisa plate is a point of Antioquian cultural pride. Growing up it was always a family Sunday sancocho, which shaped my reference point entirely. tinto black coffee 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.