The proprietor called this flan something else, but it was flan with a chocolate crust.
Pozole is a stew made with hominy and meat- nowadays, pork. But the meat in pozole used to come from a primate, not an artiodactyl.
Pozole was mentioned in Fray Bernardino de Sahagún’s General History of the Things of New Spain (c. 1500). Since maize was a sacred plant for the Aztecs and other inhabitants of Mesoamerica, pozole was made to be consumed on special occasions. The conjunction of maize (usually whole hominy kernels) and meat in a single dish is of particular interest to scholars, because the ancient Americans(which?) believed the gods made humans out of masa (cornmeal dough).
According to research by the Instituto Nacional de Antropología e Historia (National Institute of Anthropology and History) and the Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México, on these special occasions, the meat used in the pozole was human. After the prisoners were killed by having their hearts torn out in a ritual sacrifice, the rest of the body was chopped and cooked with maize, and the resulting meal was shared among the whole community as an act of religious communion. After the Conquest, when cannibalism was banned, pork became the staple meat as it “tasted very similar” [to human flesh], according to a Spanish priest.
As one can see, the bowl contains hominy, shredded pork, cabbage and sliced radishes.
I like the idea of fusion restaurants. Sometimes fusion can be amazing. I want to support establishments which do something different, however sometimes such efforts fail as was the case with these Thai noodles with chicken.
As I was strolling through Zona Roma in Mexico City a couple of weeks ago my curiosity was piqued by an interesting menu at a small cafe.
I deduced that nueces de la India were cashews. This bowl of noodles with soy sauce, cilantro, chilies and ginger could have been good. I couldn’t detect any noticeable Mexican influence in this dish as cilantro and chilies are used in both Thai and Mexican cookingz
The bell peppers were mushy and I only found one sliver of a chili and two cashews.
I can’t remember the exact name of this steak. It was wide, but very thin. The meat was a little fatty and not the most tender beef I’ve ever had, but it was meaty and savory enough to please me. Not good enough for me to close my eyes, but it was only about seven dollars, whatever that isvin pesos. It was two weeks ago and I’ve already forgotten the prices of things in Ciudad de México.
It was a steak, roasted potatoes, a tostada covered with refríed beans and green beans.
After I added sauces it looked like the above.
A bowl of consommé with some beans was my first course.
The food court I mentioned is called El Mercado San Camilton, located on the north side of Plaza Garibaldi.
On my way to Trotsky’s house I happened by this hipster food court in the neighborhood of Coyoacán in Mexico City.
And a churro stuffed with dulce de leche?
Even more energy.
I love that mutton used in tacos al pastor, so one morning on my recent trip to Mexico City when I was on my way to Chapultepec Castle I stopped by this sandwich stall near Plaza Garibaldi.
Two weeks ago when I was on vacation in Mexico City I saw an old school Spanish restaurant whilst strolling and I returned for dinner one night.
Their house specialty was paella valenciana but they had other beef dishes, all meant to be shared by two people. I don’t have the appetite I once had so I ordered favaba asturiana off the Especialidades portion of the menu not knowing what it was.
Given that it was chilly and rainy outside this homely dish was welcome.
I had felt that i needed vegetables in my diet so I ordered the avocado cocktail as an first course.