People were scared of the rosca.
But then, revelations occurred.
Yes, rosca smells — and tastes — like heaven. And yeah, if you really wanted to, you could hang it on your door.
Verdict: They dug it.
Here's Zack trying to guess what the heck the pastelón was:
He couldn't figure out the source of all that ~sweetness~. Until we told him.
Verdict: "IT'S GOOD." <3
A huge hit.
These two seemed to have an uncertain future...
...but had a fairy tale ending.
She knew tamales were the real deal when she saw them...and thus was rendered speechless.
Tamales...they just know how to make a good impression.
We just kinda let him figure it out. He called it a log.
The guayaba made things a bit weird at first. So naturally, they went ahead and dissected it.
Btw, ponche is kinda like Colombian Canelazo, but Mexican style.
However, they soon realized ponche basically tastes like the tears of happy angels when they see babies hugging puppies.
Here's what "excitement" in its purest form looks like:
Yet, Andy had some advice...but, like, legit advice.
They were intrigued. They struggled with the way they were wrapped. Then they were happy.
Nika thought the buñuelo was an orange.
Jordan thought natilla should be employed as an accessory.
Julie made a good point.