As a child growing up in Puebla, my grandmother loved to eat cajeta. When she moved to Winnipeg in her thirties, of course, she couldn't buy cajeta at the store. I'm not sure why she didn't make it herself but it could have been many things: caring for her five children in a freezing foreign country took all of her time, she had no source for goat's milk or vanilla beans, or she simply didn't know how. Instead, she resorted to spreading condensed milk on graham crackers, which is what she gave me for a treat when I visited her house in Winnipeg when I was a child. I thought it was absolutely delicious.
A couple of weeks ago I was shopping alone (heaven!) at the Market on Millstream and noticed that their Mexican foods section was much better than any other grocery store -- and I do believe I've examined the Mexican food section at every grocery store in town very closely! Not only did they have Herdez salsa verde in the big bottle, and Mole, but they had cajeta! I've never even seen the real thing, but I knew that I would love it. "I might even share a little with the kids", I thought as I put the jar in my shopping basket.
Since then, it has become a popular breakfast treat in our house, for both the kids and me. Tobias has yet to take the plunge, but I suspect he will become more interested once I try my hand at a homemade version, which I plan to do soon, with the aid of this recipe from vanilla.com
As for Abuelita, she died in 2004, and didn't get a chance to see prepared cajeta on the shelves of a grocery store here in the great white north.










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