Here is a twofer , another store about fruit and another addition to our series on rivers and food. Before leaving for college, I worked with my father early in the morning assisting him with his side business doing janitorial work. Frank’s Fuel on the old riverside and industrial section of Sleepy Hollow (formerly North Tarrytown) was a client. Frank's bordered a neighborhood where immigrants from Puerto Rico, Cuba, and the Dominican Republic lived and operated small businesses. Half awake at 7 am, I would help my father clean Frank's, earn some cash, and my dad would send me to fetch some breakfast food. One day a came across a bodega up the street from Frank's with delicious looking pastries with pineapple and other fruit filling oozing out of what looked like a Jamaican patty. I learned they were pineapple and guava empanadas. From then on they joined my list of favorite foods.
