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.
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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.
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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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