MEXICO “MI CORAZON”: HOME & AWAY IN MORELIA
I am about to head off to Mexico City. Those who know me will find the notion that I am about to make the journey by bus an amusing one, but, I am rather looking forward to it.
What I am not looking forward to is leaving the company of my new chums, Cristina and Judy. Cristina is the author of arguably the best blog on Mexican cooking I have come across (www.mexicocooks.typead.com) and the last few days in her company has served as an incredible introduction into the styles of food in this remarkable country.
As a parting meal, Cristina and Judy invited me to have breakfast with them at their stunning home about two blocks from my hotel. She had promised me Chilaquiles. I had no idea what the hell they were, but suspected it would be good so turned up promptly at their place at 10am as requested.
Chilaquiles, so it turned out, is a breakfast dish made of day old tortilla, eggs, chilli and onions.
The onions are fried with a Serrano chilli before the tortilla is torn up and added to the pan and cooked until warmed through. Eggs, in our case two each and two for the pot, are added and cooked until set. The dish is served topped with a liberal drizzle of crema.
Alongside this eggy beauty, Cristina also served up some refrioles which, again showing my ignorance, I thought meant “refried beans” but actually means “well fried beans”
We sat outside in their lovely garden and chatted as we ate until it was time for me to leave them to their real life and head back to my hotel.
This evening, I had one of those, oh so necessary things on the EAT MY GLOBE trip, a night in with some take away food, a large bottle of beer and the TV ( there are many channels in English with Spanish sub titles here, Deo Gratia)
However, this is like no take out I can recall. No putrid kebabs or greasy food from the chip shop or Chinese take away. Here, I was able to buy half a conejo (rabbit) whch came with enough tortilla for six people, guacamole and more refrioles (well fried beans remember?)
The kind lady in the restaurant saw me looking longingly at a large slab of chiccerones, so cut off a big portion as a freebie and crammed it into my bag as I was leaving.
All the above, yours for 60 pesos (that’s about £3 to you and me)
I think I am going to miss Mexico when I come to leave next week.