thank you for the music mole.

Why is Frida so glum? Maybe it's just that inexplicable tendency of rock band promo picture photo shoots to make one stare pensively off into space. Or it could be a lack of mole.


Still full this morning from a lovely and deeply satisfying mole dinner last night (better pictures here, as always). Fuck legs of guinea hen (that's a typo of sorts) in homemade mole poblano with homemade tortillas (!!!), guacamole, black beans, fried plantains...you can see how one might be full, yes?

And this came after a nice little app of shrimp + Jerusalem artichokes + veldsla with chipotle mayo. And all this came before a casual dessert of ricciarelli, stoofperen, and a fun-to-pronounce but difficult-to-remember cardamom-scented panna cotta-esque creature.

I don't know what's up with the alignment of the next paragraph or two, I can't seem to get them to go where I want them to unless I put this paragraph here.

In addition to the standard basic black beans (cumin, epazote, bay leaf, garlic, lime, salt, smoke), I made an unusual-for-me winterish salad that I quite liked and would happily eat again.


ensalada mixta en naranja.

1/2 cup fresh orange juice
1/4 cup sherry vinegar or balsamic vinegar
1/4 cup honey
1/2 cup walnut oil
juice of 1/2 lime
2 tsp salt
10 grinds of black pepper

4 cups arugula melange (this is something that is everywhere here, basically a mix of arugula, mache, curly endive, and radicchio, the important thing being that the arugula and other lettuces outnumber the radicchio by a 4:1 ratio or so)
1 bulb fennel, thinly sliced with a mandoline
2 oranges, peeled, sectioned, and then each segment halved lengthwise and then cut in halves or thirds widthwise (a word?)
16 fresh basil leaves, coarsely chopped
1/4 cup finely chopped red onion

I made the dressing and then marinated the shaved/sliced fennel by itself in the dressing for about 2 hours. Then assembled everything shortly before serving. Serves 4 to 6.

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