Abuela's House

On Sunday August 1st I had the pleasure to attend a family lunch at my buddy Emilio’s grandmother’s house. I had been to her house a couple of times during my stay here in Mexico City and she has always made me feel like part of the family. So I was especially excited to sit down and break bread with her and some of Emilio’s other family members.

The house where abuela (Spanish for grandmother) lives is located in the beautiful San Angel neighborhood. This is an old neighborhood filled with large trees that provide a nice shade over cobblestone streets. Abuela’s house is an impressive open aired piece of architecture that is as elegant as it is stylish. Think of the houses that you might see on telenovelas (Mexican soap operas)minus the gaudiness.

The first time I went to abuela’s, house her and I inevitably began to start talking about food at which point she promised to cook me some pollo en mole. Living up to her promise on Sunday around one o’clock Emilio, his sister Magdelena, Magadelena’s fiancé Jorge, Emilio’s dad and I all headed to the house.

Before we sat down to eat, we first went to the patio for drinks and appetizers. I had a Corona (Mexican beer) while Emilio’s father and uncle were sipping on some Jose Cuervo Tradicional (tequila). To whet our appetites we were served Zacahuil as an appetizer. This dish, Zacahuil, in its complete form looks like a very large tamale (which I guess it is). It comes from the Northern part of Mexico and is common

in abuela’s home state of San Luis Potosi.

Emilio’s uncle explained to me that Zacahuil is made in a big pot where they cover the bottom with masa de maize (corn dough) then fill it with cheese/meat/vegetables followed by covering it again with the masa de maize. The end result is a really big, tasty tamale that is then cut and served like one would a casserole. I had to try and not fill up on this dish because I knew that this was just the beginning.

After drinks and appetizers on the patio we went inside and sat d

own for lunch. A quick word about lunch. Lunch here in Mexico is more like dinner in the states. It is the most important meal of the day where one usually eats the most food in one setting and it can last from one to two hours.

The main dish was pollo en mole, but before we get to that I have to mention one of the side dishes. I do not remember what Emilio’s aunt called this dish but it looked like a hot pocket however tasted nothing like one. Emilio’s aunt explained to me how she made these “pockets.” She used mashed banana mixed with egg as dough. She then used this dough to cover a mixture of cheese and meat. These

pockets were lightly fried then put into the oven to bake. I couldn’t get over how well the fried banana went with the cheese. Moreover, the taste reminded me of a type of omelet my mom used to make for me when I was a kid: banana omelet. I know it sounds weird, but it was really good because she would put a little sugar in the egg batter. Hey, every family has there own special tradition and think about yours before you judge mine.

Back to the meal, the appetizers and side dishes were all just precursors to the main event, which was the pollo en mole. I can’t describe the sensation I felt when I went into the kitchen and looked inside the “olla” (pot). In the olla there was this sauce, dark as oil, with a smell that took hold of my nose and taste buds. The concotion smelled sweet and bitter at the same time, with hints of pumpkin. In this sauce there was a whole chicken bathing in the mixture. It looked amazing and tasted even better. I decided that I had to have a caballito (pony)* of tequila as well as a glass of “agua fresca de guayaba” to go with this truly inspiring home cooked meal. Now, my mother has always taught me to be polite at the dinner table and mind my manners, but I couldn’t help but licking my fingers a couple of times and going back for seconds and thirds. They were all impressed with my ability to eat such a large quantity, but what they didn’t know is that I was actually full, but couldn’t bear to waste this golden opportunity to eat such good food.

After eating, we sat around talking for a couple of hours. Everyone told stories and jokes about such subjects as living in the United States or funny sayings in Spanish. The conversation was a lot of fun and after a while they brought out these little half-cups of blue bell ice cream. I had to go and turn the light switch on and off to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.** In what world was I in that such good food was to be followed by a throwback to the deliciousness that is Blue Bell ice cream from when I was a kid. It was the perfect cap to a very special meal.

And that’s what eating together is all about isn’t it? Creating these special moments around food. I’ve been studying food for a while now, and I always find it remarkable how defensive people sometimes get about their ideas about food. But, going to this dinner reminded me about how intense of a bond can be formed in moments when we eat with other people. Eating together is an intimate experience. It stands to reason then that we should want to defend the sanctity of this event. Therefore, when I discuss food with other people, it may seem like “food” is the subject matter, but in actuality people are usually talking about something so much more than just what we put in our mouths to feed our bodies.

* Pony is a word that I've often used, but not until I came to Mexico did I do some online (wikipedia and such) research on the word due to its relation with the spanish word caballito. Here is what i've found:

-"Pony" can be used to refer to an amount such as "that drink contains a pony of gin" where "pony" is being used to describe a shot/jigger/1 oz of alcohol. This usage is a little "old timey" but relevant nonetheless.

-I've also heard "pony" used to refer to settling debts such as "it's time for you to pony up."

-I have often used the phrase "let's pony up to the bar," in this case meaning to "belly up" or head over to the bar, but have found no evidence that can tell me where this comes from. However, if you do a little google search, you can find many instances when this phrase is used.

From what I've found "pony," literally a small horse, is used to refer to small things, such as a pony keg of beer which is smaller than a regular size keg. Or in the case from above a pony of alcohol meaning a small amount. The thing I discovered here in Mexico is that the word "caballito," (little horse) is used to refer to a shot of alcohol (almost exclusively referring to tequila). It took me a while to connect the dots caballito is a small horse like a pony, oh yeah we use pony to refer to small amount of liquor AHA! Caballito!

**In Richard Linklater's movie Waking Life there is a scene in which the main character is told that to figure out if you're dreaming you should go to a light switch and turn it on and off. Apparently in dreams we are unable to register light changes. Here's a link to the scene which I highly recommend watching all the way through, but if you don't have six minutes and twenty two seconds then just watch the first conversation and then skip to minute 4:30. Waking Life