I’ve always had a soft spot for empanadas. Growing up in the Philippines, I have so many memories of making the dough, filling, assembling, and frying these handheld beauties with my family. When my grandma was alive, it was one of the few things she would request from me. She ate a very healthy diet but would indulge on my homemade empanadas, once in awhile. They were time-consuming to make but it was worth it at the end. There is something magical about biting into the crisp flaky dough and the flavorful filling. Nevertheless, I always think of my grandma when I eat empanadas….