you can call me alfajor




Last week I had lunch at La Granja—which, if you never have, you really should; the $3.95 lunch special is crazy good, and any place that puts french fries in a stir-fry is worth multiple visits—and, anyway, as I was ordering I noticed a little stack of homely wax-paper-wrapped disks on a plastic cake stand, labeled "ALFAJORES $1.50."

"Homemade?" I asked. The proprietor nodded. I grabbed one (just one! Such restraint.) and was not disappointed when I unwrapped it after lunch. Two thin, tender shortbread disks dusted with powdered sugar enclosed a healthy blob of dulce de leche; the milky caramel goo squished out of the sides when I bit in, but that's what napkins are for. Just be sure not to get powdered sugar on your nose, or your workmates will be suspicious.

La Granja, 490 N. Semoran Blvd., Winter Park, 407-677-0001. Or, if you're that kind of person, here's a recipe to get you started.