Purely Puerto Rican “Pasteles” in Ridgefield Park, NJ

Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

Not just anyone can make pasteles, a traditional island specialty served at holiday feasts (and no one of Puerto Rican ancestry, it seems, can long live without consuming them). But who, any more, knows how to make them, in their several iterations, and who has the time? Edna Velez always madethe time, even if it meant cooking up hundreds of the little delicacies in her basement kitchen after returning from her day-job at Columbia University.” Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

Ruminant With A View

By Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

Edna and Joanne Velez.

Edna and Joanne Velez.

Elizabeth Boleman-HerringTEANECK New Jersey—(Weekly Hubris)—10/22/2012—As party-goers, diners, friends, family (and the odd journalist or two) walked towards Pasteles Y Algo Mas, in Ridgefield Park, New Jersey, the Puerto Rican DJ was playing musica latina loud enough to move hips four blocks from the restaurant.

In fact, he was “spinning” owner/chef Edna Velez’s favorite tune, “Pedro Navajas,” by Ruben Blades (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRFF73HDFCw).

Velez was celebrating the first anniversary of her tiny comida criolla, or humble, island eatery, and Bergen County, New Jersey’s Puerto Rican community was out in full force, devouring pasteles deguineo y yuca—as well as red, white and blue-frosted cupcakes that formed a huge “cupcake cake” in the shape of the Puerto Rican flag.

Children, their faces painted by local clown and artist Ivonne Marcela Ramirez were dancing, well-fed, smiling, deafened by the blaring Salsa, and tethered to balloons.

Face-painting and cupcakes at “Pasteles.”

Face-painting and cupcakes at “Pasteles.”

Their parents were eating, dancing, and tearfully embracing Edna and her daughter, Joanne, who, a year ago, on half a wing and a fervent prayer, brought this tiny storefront restaurant into being.

And it all came about because of Edna’s pasteles, those divine and complex bundled-in-banana-leaves-and-tied-up-in-parchment savory packets conjured from any number (and proportions of) such treasured Puerto Rican foodstuffs as green banana, green plantain, yautia, calabazas, annatto oil, pork shoulder, sofrito, and/or sazon.

Not just anyone can make pasteles, a traditional island specialty served at holiday feasts (and no one of Puerto Rican ancestry, it seems, can long live without consuming them). But who, any more, knows how to make them, in their several iterations, and who has the time?

Edna Velez always made the time, even if it meant cooking up hundreds of the little delicacies in her basement kitchen after returning from her day-job at Columbia University.

“A year ago,” Edna said, “I was making hundreds of pasteles at my home in Bogota, New Jersey.” She’d spent 22 years at Columbia, employed as an Executive Assistant/Departmental Administrator in the office of the Vice President for Public Affairs but, laid off during the recession, she began to see her hobby as perhaps having more potential than her office job.

After decades of commuting into Manhattan, she took a deep breath, made a leap of faith, gathered her diaspora Puerto Rican family together, and opened a restaurant. “I took every penny I had from my university severance package, even dipping into my 401K,” she said.

But, if she built it, would they come?

Velez was born in New York City, the daughter of Edna Rivera and Ricart Gonzzales of Lares, Puerto Rico, who immigrated to the US in the 1940s. Before settling down, the family did some to’ing and fro’ing between Lares and New York, and so Velez learned the fine art of traditional Puerto Rican cuisine in the kitchen of her mother-in-law, whom she calls Mama Pura. “I was 16 when I got married,” said Velez, “so Pura Medina was my teacher. She was an excellent cook, and I and my husband were living with her in Lares at the time.

Mami Pura.

Mami Pura.

“She and I would go to the market in town very, very early, La Plaza del Mercado, where the farmers came in from the countryside with all their vegetables—green bananas, plantains, cabasa, cilantro, garlic, parsley—lots and lots!—and their freshly butchered meats. There was fresh pork, chickens killed right there on the spot, goat, and rabbit.

“We rose early to be sure to get the very best, the freshest, of everything, and then, home around 10 or 10:30, we would clean the vegetables, wash the meats—which we would later marinate; the goat, in red wine—and begin to prepare cabrito en fricase and sofrito.”

Said Velez, “At Columbia, I actually lost my job twice: first, in 2009, due to the recession; then, in June of 2011. That was when I decided . . . enough! We’re going to cook pasteles full-time.”

Edna, an auburn-haired firecracker with a mother’s, a grandmother’s—now, a great-grandmother’s—all-enveloping energy, then pointed at her daughter, Joanne Velez. “She’s the one!” she said. “Joanne here said, ‘Mom, if you’re turning out pasteles for 150 people at Columbia already, let’s get ourselves up out of this basement.’”

Edna and Joanne called on Uncle Ricart, Edna’s older brother from Colorado, to build the restaurant from scratch. He told his sister that if she’d pay his air fare and feed him, he’d stay till the work was done. A year later, Ricart came back to take pictures of Pasteles Y Algo Mas’s first birthday party.

They built it. And the people came. “And came and came and came,” said Edna.

Happy little “Pasteles” customer.

Happy little “Pasteles” customer.

“When I was a little child bride back in Lares,” she said, “I would constantly and repeatedly ask Mami Pura, ‘Why do you put milk in the green bananas?’ and ‘Why do you burn the banana leaves over the fire?’ and ‘Why, when we’re making pasteles, do you use pumpkin, if we’re supposed to use bananas?’ I took mental notes for years and, now, when I make pasteles in New Jersey, I, too, use some pumpkin. Mami Pura’s little bag of culinary tricks is all in my head now.”

Edna added, “The delivery guy comes in now, every day, asking, ‘Mami, what’s for dinner today?’ I built this place so people would come and feel as though they were coming home.”

For almost everyone who walks in departs with take-out, or dessert to eat later, and a big hug from Edna.

Edna’s mother-in-law died in the late 1980s. Edna said, “Now it’s my responsibility to carry on her traditions. Mami Pura used to make the family holiday meals, when all of us came to gather around her table. Today, the art of Puerto Rican cooking is dying, slowly fading. It’s labor-intensive and no one wants to put in the hours.”

She continued, “Joanne and I are here five days a week, Tuesday through Saturday, and we begin putting together the day’s offerings at 7 a.m. five days a week. Customers begin appearing at our locked door an hour before opening time: ‘I’m hungry, Mami!’ Then, by 5 p.m., we’re out of everything. ‘Oh, just scrape the bottom of that tray,’ say the latecomers.”

Velez serves up a different menu every day. “I freeze nothing,” she said. “I make things my customers’ mothers and grandmothers used to make. I’m like a mother who spoils her children rotten. One customer, who works for a local business, is here every day, and so I know exactly what he wants: fried green plantains, nice and crunchy, with vinegar, oil and garlic dipping sauce; and the crackling roast pork skin.”

Velez dreams now of enlarging her comida criolla, expanding so that whole families can join her for sit-down, home-cooked, Puerto Rican meals. “I don’t want to go huge,” she said. “I don’t want to lose the cozy essence of Pasteles. . . but there are all these people to feed!”

. . . the same people who are now also begging her to begin teaching her craft; teach young cooks to assemble pasteles before the secrets are lost.

Some of Edna’s “familia.”

Some of Edna’s “familia.”

“In March,” said Velez, “I went back to Puerto Rico for the birth of my great-grandson and found that they’re reinventing traditional dishes such as mofungo, which usually features mashed green plantains. Now, you’ll find mofungs made with mashed sweet plantains (maduros), or cassava (yuca)—which is totally new. And I do like to keep up, so I now serve these variations in New Jersey.”

This great-grandmother intends to keep cooking and learning and growing.

“Pasteles Y Algo Mas was and is a labor of great love,” said Velez. “Without my family’s support, it would never have come into being and, without the families who are now my customers, I wouldn’t be here a year later. We all are . . . una grande extension de nuestra familia.”

One big happy, hungry family.

Two Recipes from Edna Velez

Mofongo de Chicharron

Mofongo,a dish of garlicky mashed plantains, is one of the most popular dishes in Puerto Rico. The classic way to serve mofongo is in the mortar (pilón) in which it was mashed.



4 Green plantains, peeled and cut into rounds on the diagonal

3 tablespoons of olive oil

2 garlic, minced

1/2 Cup of pork cracklings (chicharrones)

Salt, to taste

2 Cups canola oil (for frying the plantains)



Soak the plantain pieces in a bowl of salted water for about 15 minutes. Drain well. In a deep frying pan, pour 2 cups of canola oil and heat over medium flame. Working in batches, fry the plantain slices until they are golden and cooked throughout but not browned (if they brown, you have over cooked them), approximately 10-12 minutes. Combine the minced garlic with the 3 Tablespoons of olive oil and add salt to taste; mix well. This will be your mojo mix. Add the plantains, garlic sauce (mojo mixture), and the 1/2 Cup of pork cracklings into a large mortar (pilon) and mash with a pestle (maceta) until fully mixed together. Using moistened hands, form into 3-inch balls and serve warm.

Serves 4 to 6.

Flan de Leche

Puerto Rico’s answer to crème caramel.

Ingredients for the Batter

1 can Carnation Sweet Condensed Milk (14 ounces)

1 can Carnation Evaporated Milk (12 ounces)

Sugar, 1 Cup

Vanilla extract, 2 teaspoons

6 large eggs


Ingredients for the Caramel

Sugar, 1 Cup


You’ll Need

1 small round aluminum pan

1 pot large enough to hold the aluminum pan comfortably



Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a blender, pour all batter ingredients and beat lightly until everything is incorporated. Add the vanilla. Melt sugar on stove until lightly brown to make the Caramel (make sure not to burn the sugar; otherwise your Caramel will be bitter). Add Caramel to round aluminum pan and rotate, making sure you cover the sides as much as possible. Add batter mixture to the pan and cover with aluminum foil. Fit round pan into the large pot and fill pot halfway with water (make sure not to overdo the water because it will water down your flan when it starts to boil). Bake for 1 hour or until your knife comes out clean. Let cool, then refrigerate for about 1 hour before serving.

Serves 8 to 10.


Pasteles Y Algo Mas, 63 Ridgefield Avenue, New Jersey 07660; 201.870.6151.

Photo of Mami Pura, courtesy the Velez family.

All other photos by Elizabeth Boleman-Herring.



About Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

Elizabeth Boleman-Herring, Publishing-Editor of “Weekly Hubris,” considers herself an Outsider Artist (of Ink). The most recent of her 15-odd books is The Visitors’ Book (or Silva Rerum): An Erotic Fable, now available in a third edition on Kindle. Thirty years an academic, she has also worked steadily as a founding-editor of journals, magazines, and newspapers in her two homelands, Greece, and America. Three other hats Boleman-Herring has at times worn are those of a Traditional Usui Reiki Master, an Iyengar-Style Yoga teacher, a HuffPost columnist and, as “Bebe Herring,” a jazz lyricist for the likes of Thelonious Monk, Kenny Dorham, and Bill Evans. (Her online Greek travel guide is still accessible at www.GreeceTraveler.com, and her memoir, Greek Unorthodox: Bande a Part & A Farewell To Ikaros, is available through www.GreeceInPrint.com.) Boleman-Herring makes her home with the Rev. Robin White; jazz trumpeter Dean Pratt (leader of the eponymous Dean Pratt Big Band); Calliope; and Scout . . . in her beloved Up-Country South Carolina, the state James Louis Petigru opined was “too small for a republic and too large for an insane asylum.” (Author Photos by Robin White.)
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3 Responses to Purely Puerto Rican “Pasteles” in Ridgefield Park, NJ

  1. John Idol says:

    I wish I had a way to New Jersey. I need a culinary reminder of my few
    USAF weeks in Puerto Rico. Jo

    I wish I had a way to Ne w Jersey. I need a culinary reminder of my few weeks in Puerto Rico with the USAF



  2. eboleman-herring says:

    Wish I could FedEx you some of Edna’s goodies, John but, as you well know, MUCH of the charm of Puerto Rican food involves the lovely chefs who prepare it. Edna’s tiny restaurant serves up love and island-culture with the pasteles, and you need the whole experience.

  3. sonia says:

    I want to buy some pasteles on the first week of april……..is it possible.?..i live in wallington nj……

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