It started last week at our garden club’s annual Holiday Luncheon. One of the features of this meeting is the tempting and tasty array on the sweet table. Everything looked scrumptiuous, and was, but, there was one cookie that resembled a sandwich cookie. It was melt-in-your-mouth delicious and the filling sandwiched in between yielded a remarkable taste sensation. The cookie is called Alfajores, which means little shortbread sandwiches, and the filling was a special caramel. Cajeta (or dulce de leche) is the magnificent flavor in between these little shortbread cookies.
Kathy graciously shared the recipe with club members, a few of which have made them already, and a recipe that I am anxious to try soon; maybe even for Christmas.
With this thought in mind and the recipe on my cell phone, I looked for cajeta while grocery shopping for a few items I needed. I was at a store that I thought might carry this caramel sauce. As I rounded a corner, a young man was checking inventory with a scanner. He looked up at me. I must have looked bewildered, for he said “You look like you need some help“, well, I did, so asked if they carried something called cajeta. I pronounced it ka-jetta. I said I thought it was a caramel spread. “Ah, you meant ka-hetta“. Just the way he said it made me more determined to find it. He took me to the baking aisle, with no luck. His grandmother used to make it, he said, as he clicked words and phrases into his scanner and said, “let’s check another aisle” – so, we did, with no luck, but, with me chattering away about the delicious cookie I wanted to make.
I think we bonded in the peanut butter/Nutella aisle asI thanked him for his help and he went back to work.
I finished up in the dairy section and headed to the checkout, but, before I could get in a line, the young man swept past, then doubled back. “Are you the lady who’s looking for the caramel sauce?“. “Yes, I am“.
My dear friends, this young man had gone into the store’s office, looked up cajeta on the computer, found a recipe for it (like his grandmother used to make), printed it out and went looking for me! I was so touched by his thoughtfulness and the time it took him to do this, and was impressed by his initiative to help out a shopper.
I thanked him and asked him his name. “Jesús”. I smiled and promised him that when I finally make Alfajores, I will bring him some at the store.
Image from here
THE LINK ABOVE IS JUST TO THE IMAGE. THE ACTUAL RECIPE I HAVE IS DIFFERENT AND MUCH EASIER THAN THIS. SORRY FOR CONFUSION.