Friday 29th September
Thank goodness there are better bloggers than me out there. Johanna (the
Passionate Cook) not
only blogs regularly (unlike some of us), she also organises us into
getting together, meeting travellers, learning from each other and of
course sharing food. More often than not she invites us into her lovely
home (and if I avoid the word 'gracious', hopefully I don't sound all
Hello! about it, but it is a lovely home). This she did last
weekend, with the excuse of a gradual realisation that in addition to
her own extensive knowledge of Mexican food, there was a little hump of
expertise accumulating in the London foodblogging community: Xochitl of
Xochitl Cooks has, as
the name might suggest, a large streak of native know-how; and Jeanne of
Cook Sister counts among
her multi-national acquaintances Iliana, who similarly grew up eating
and cooking the Real Stuff. So these three - Johanna, Xochitl, Iliana -
generously shared their recipes, memories, tips and secrets with an
eager crowd of disciples - me, Jeanne, Keiko, Vanessa and Eggbeater's Shuna, who
was visiting from the States with head and hands full of the kind of
cooking instinct you only get from doing it in a professional
kitchen.
I confess that before Saturday my knowledge of Mexican food began and
ended with guacamole. After six hours of tuition - but that makes it
sound formal, it was really just like cooking dinner with friends, where
your friends are leading the way because they have made and eaten these
dishes a hundred times - after six hours of chopping, chatting and
chortling, I am still happy to begin and end with guacamole - let's just
say there is plenty I want to eat in between. So we made chicken with
potatoes and chorizo (tinga de pollo) and slow-cooked, caramelly pork,
and shredded beef with tomatoes, and chile rillenos (peppers stuffed
with cheese and then deep fried, soooo good), and the freshest,
brightest fish ceviche, and fried fish tacos, and pinto beans. And then
we gathered it all together and ate it with the salsas we had made -
pico de gallo, with tomatoes, chillis and onion; and salsa verde with
tomatillos, and one with smoky chipotle chillis - absolutely delicious,
but fiery hot. And then - sigh, I love women, but we make no effort to
avoid stereotype - we said "I'm full. No, I'm stuffed. I couldn't eat
another bite. I'll die if I do. Oh yes, we made a flan! Oh well, just a
sliver..." Flan is crème caramel made with evaporated and
condensed milk. It is surprisingly unsweet and altogether wonderful.
I'm sure I've missed out more than a few dishes. But hurrah, I have all
the recipes at home! And it is all surprisingly easy - with someone to
chat to (not to mention seven other cooks' anti-onion remedies) all
that chopping went like a flash.
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