I love it when friends come to visit and bring foodie presents. As that sounds greedy and ungracious, let me re-phrase it. I love it when friends come to visit, full stop. But when they also bring imaginative gifts because they know I love to cook, it’s a bonus.
North American readers (and Mexicans) can look away now because this is everyday stuff to them, but I’d never eaten a tomatillo until we were staying with our friends Matthew and Richard in north New York state. Matthew, a superb cook, bought some in the local market and made a fabulous green salsa. Continue reading →
No, not some weird chimera, but a spicy Mexican dish.
A mole is a Mexican sauce, in this case made with venison. There are lots of stories about the genesis of the mole but one version says that a nun, back in Spanish colonial days, had to make a last-minute dish to cater for an unexpected visit from the archbishop. Continue reading →