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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate: Eating Fire Without Getting Burned
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Eating Fire Without Getting Burned. In almost every Mexican family there is someone whose love for hot spontaneous combustion-inducing chile peppers surpasses belief. And in my family, that distinction belongs to my sister-in-law who I will call María, a woman whose love of hot chiles is downright infernal. She cannot leave the house without carrying in her purse a baggie of fresh chiles de árbol or some habañeros, two of the deadliest little. Really, her secret is no. Although many of the world's cuisin...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate: La Chica Who Came In From The Cold: Chile Verde
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La Chica Who Came In From The Cold: Chile Verde. Have you ever had a friend disappear on you on a spring day, only to find her banging at your door in the dead of winter looking. As fat and as cheeky as if she never left? You open the door and say, Oye chica,. What happened to you? Six months ago you told me you were going out for tacos and beer but you never came back! Well,that chica is me. I can’t explain why I jumped off the bloggy treadmill. Was it because I felt as burned out as some. And just as I...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate: If I Knew You Were Coming I Would Have Cooked You Pozole
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If I Knew You Were Coming I Would Have Cooked You Pozole. If you’re asking me if I’m in the mood for cooking, the answer is no—but I am open to persuasion. But it can’t be anything that reminds me of summer, with its wet, ill-fitting bathing suits that makes you look like a sunburned chorizo sausage in its casing. Don’t even mention those cloying girly girl drinks with tiny umbrellas in them, got it? And no cold salads, please. . . . Hmmmm, consider me. Ay, yay, yay,. And here is the best part: cooking p...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate: I Hate Wraps
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Why do I hate wraps? Because they are no. Thing more than trendy, moved-to-the-O.C. fancy food, while all the while denying their humble, ethnic parentage. A rose by any other name is still a rose, but a wrap by any other name is still a burrito. Yes, dear reader, a burrito. You can stuff it with caviar or foie gras. And it will still be a burrito (that dresses like a bimbo). Manufactured just for them by a “Mexican émigré”*, which are perfect for, you guessed it, wraps. May I suggest an alternative name...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate: Mexican Chicken Soup, Or The Tragic Tale of The Demon Rooster
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Mexican Chicken Soup, Or The Tragic Tale of The Demon Rooster. If you think I'm going to recount a happy tale where my Mexican mother served me this chicken soup with its clear delicately flavored broth with corn on the cob(! With potatoes, zucchini and a wonderful green squash named. Whenever I got sick with the cold, where she cooled my childish fevered brow and sang me sweet Spanish lullabies as she held me in her arms, you are most sadly mistaken. It seemed no different than any other day. Donnin...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate: Tell Me Una Historia: Abuelita Chocolate Giveaway
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Tell Me Una Historia: Abuelita Chocolate Giveaway. When the makers of Abuelita Chocolate offered to send me a free gift package, plus another one to reward a special reader, I happily said sí. It is my way of saying. For your encouragement and support over these past 4 years. This slow-cooked blog is still plugging away! You muchachas. YOU muchachas! Though I am unable to award this Abuelita Gift Package and molinillo to everyone who sent a story, I want to thank all of you. I would love nothing more tha...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate
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My name is Clementina Llanes and I write this blog. My cinematographer friend, took this picture of me. She convinced me it was time to stop hiding behind a sombrero and finally show my face. My sister Lupe told me I should get dressed up and put on some makeup. I’d hate to show you what I. Look like when I’m cooking. I like mole, raspberries and nectarines, nopales salad, strawberry ice cream, fat cold dill pickles, cheese that smells like stinky. You can reach me at translatethispf@gmail.com. Clementin...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate: Roasting Chiles: If a Chile Were a Woman
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Roasting Chiles: If a Chile Were a Woman. F a chile were a woman, who would she be? Why María Félix, of course. La Gran Diva of the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema. Muse to Agustín Lara, one of Mexico's greatest musical composers (. A Mexican-style Taming of the Shrew.) And all without going Hollywood or learning English. Not bad for a girl born in Sonora. Fiery, intelligent, talented, flamboyant and beautiful. I like to think she had chiles with her caviar. Roasting Chilies a la María Félix. Chilies and Me...
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A Little Cup of Mexican Hot Chocolate
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65279;. The Pumpkin Moon Empanadas. Is now available on Amazon.com. Artwork courtesy of Sarah D. Thomas). 65279; . 65279;. Papi, does the moon taste like cheese? The little girl walked hand in hand with her father. The harvest moon hung in the fall night sky. Who told you that? Tía Lupita told me.". It don't taste like cheese. It tastes like pumpkin." How do you know, Papi? Because when I was little like you, your. 8212;grandpa—took me there and we tasted it.". So her mother cut up the...
