Missing home a bit, what to do?

The first time I left Colombia to live abroad, I was 16 years old.

Yeah, a baby. I had no idea of who I was or what I wanted. I just knew I needed to get away, far away. 

Was I running away from something? Maybe.

Was I being attracted, like a magnet, towards something bigger? Towards my path? Maybe, too. 

The only thing I know is that after that year in France, I had this feeling of being to much for this bubble (and in a good way). I was destined to good things. Build communities worldwide, experience cultures, grow, learn, and eventually educate all this personal growth and knowledge to others. 

Nevertheless, I still crave home. I crave the comfort of my family and act like a "consentida", or the spoiled one. Whenever I want to spoil myself, I spend hours brainstorming what I really crave, what will really fill the void of being far from home. The I spend hours making it come true in the kitchen. 

The last time I felt like I needed a big Colombian tackle was the day I made this colorful rice bowl, I named her: Going Tinga or Bananas 

The base is black rice cooked with coconut cream, corn and peas, so slightly sweet. 

Topped with Chicken Tinga, a rich and spicy Mexican inspired recipe that consists on cooking chicken thighs in a tomatoes, chipotle chili, and onion sauce until it falls of the bone, and shreds like crazy.

To cut the richness, I had to make tangy pickled red onions and chunky guacamole. For the crunchiness, a salty patacón, and for extra sweetness, fried sweet plantains.