Mexican Feast…Estilo Rapido!

My husband is a lucky guy.  I mean, there is the obvious, of course:  The JACKPOT of a wifey he found himself and those angelic angel-y angels of children she cooked up for him and all that jazz.  But he is also rich in the friend department. He has this core group of best friends that he has had since Freshman year of college.  They fight and cry like little girls sometimes, but they have remained pretty tight over the past 13 years or so.

As my husband and I started dating Sophomore year, these poor guys kind of got stuck with me as a default friend for all these years.  I can genuinely say that I do love each of them and at one point or another they have all held important roles in our lives: Godfather, Best Man, allowing us to conceive Carlitos on their kitchen counter.  (Kidding Justin!  It was definitely your couch.  Probably.)  (Dad, I’m so sorry – I should have told you to stop reading one paragraph ago.)

But here’s my secret: I am totally jealous of their friendship.

My closest friends live in the following cities: Paris, Boulder, Boston, Washington, D.C. and New York.  Like, one per city basically.  I love people in general, but am not super good at maintaining friendships when we move away.  So far, it seems I manage to average one long-term friend per city after moving.

Meanwhile, my husband does NOT love people in general.  (He actually strongly dislikes about 99% of people on this planet according to my observations.) Yet he has managed to remain close with the same group of guys for a gazillion years no matter where any of them have lived.

Suddenly, they all live in New York.  They are like kids in a candy store.  Or boys in a bar.  Yeah, that’s more fitting.  Or just plain old literal.

So, what comes with a barrel of handsome, successful men living in NYC?????  Fancy girls, that’s what!  And these guys really know what they’re doing.   Ralph Lauren, Anthropologie, Glamour, Macy’s…just a few employers of the ladies on these gents’ arms.  And they ain’t workin’ the cash registers at any of those establishments, if you know what I mean.

And then there’s Michael.  If you’ve ever checked out my Sites I Love page, you’ve already seen his stuff.  He’s a pretty fantastic artist.  So he found himself a pretty fantastic international fashion designer, Paola, and he proposed to her.  And now she and I are stuck with each other.  For life, if all marriages and friendships involved have the shelf life I think we all hope for.  But it’s cool, because, you know, she’s aight.  She’ll do.  If you like funny, successful, pretty girls who share your love of cooking.  Which I do.

So we had them over for dinner. (ON Wednesday – I swear! )  And I started the evening following everything Miss Manners has ever taught me:

1.  I put off cleaning the floors until the last minute and didn’t actually complete the task before they arrived so that the Swiffer could be elegantly hanging out in the middle of the hallway when they came upstairs.   That way they felt comfortable (eh, maybe forced) to leave their shoes on to avoid all milk and juice spills tie-dying the floor.

2.  When they arrived perfectly on time I looked at Michael with wide, frantic eyes and said, “Ohmawgawd!  I can’t believe you are here on time!  Nothing is finished and I still need to jump in the shower!  You have never been on time to one of my dinner parties!  I figured you would be 2 hours late like usual so I thought I still had time!”  I know.  This one is *almost* rude, but I saved it by awkwardly apologizing 5,348 times afterward.

3.  As soon as they came up to the apartment and were offered a drink by my husband I actually did jump in the shower.  What?  You’ve never had your host take a shower once you arrived?  At a four person dinner party?  Well, I am sorry to hear you have been missing out on such courteous and appropriate treatment at your social events.  You should come party at my house.

Once everyone had a michelada in hand and I had, you know, finished toweling off, I took a deep breath.  And then Paola and I started cooking, while the men started in on the fantastic bottle of Mezcal Paola had just brought back from Mexico City. (I told you already.  Fancy girls.)

Mezcal is like that friend that is tons of fun but with whom you know you shouldn’t hang out too often because trouble is never far behind.  Smoky, intense and likely to get you pouring out your deepest darkest secrets.  In short: sip, don’t shoot.

I took exactly one photo during the dinner party itself.  I just wrote and erased 4 excuses for that fact.  They were all lies.  The truth is that I just got caught up in all the beer and hot sauce and guacamole and Juanes.  I’m easily distracted when food is involved.

Here is the singular photo:

One photo and there isn’t even any food on the plates yet and the lighting is fuzzy?  Yes.  We are talking about a gal who took a shower after her guests arrived.  Clearly I wasn’t on my game, folks.

So, here is what we had at our Mexican Feast:

– tacos de flor de calabaza (zucchini flowers)

– tacos de huitlacoche (corn smut) (What? That didn’t help define it? Fungus.  It’s a fungus.  A yummy one.)

– frijoles (beans)

– queso fundido (melted Oaxacan cheese)

– ensalada de nopalitos (cactus salad)

– flan

And here is the huge secret that permits you to create such a huge feast on a Wednesday night: most of the ingredients are purchased pre-made.  Oh, and make friends with someone who grew up in Mexico and have them cooking by your side.

The huitlacoche and flor de calabaza can be purchased in jars.  You simply warm them up and let people put as much as they want in their tacos.

Our recycling was like a Who’s Who of a Mexican grocery the next morning.

Paola brought still warm (drooling over here) frijoles from her favorite Mexican Outpost here in NYC, Mexico 2000, but you can also buy a can of refried beans and cook them with some onions and milk and Voila! you are the Mexican 70/30 Semi-Homemade Sandra Lee!

We just pulled apart the Oaxacan cheese, put it in a ceramic pot and plopped it in the oven at 300 degrees for However Long It Happened To Take To Warm Up Everything Else minutes.  Or until it melts.  Whichever comes first.  Use yer noggin.

Let’s see…what else……oh yeah!  Tortillas!  You can warm them up in damp paper towels in the microwave for about 11 seconds (Yes, *about.* Shut it.)  Or, if you live in the Dark Ages an old-school Brooklyn neighborhood like us and don’t have a micro, you can just put a pan or griddle on low and lay them in it, flipping until warm and pliable.  No butter or oil. You there. Put it down.  Not kidding. Leave ’em alone.

A very special person taught me how to make flan from scratch a while back and I shared it with you in a post, so feel free to try that delicioso recipe.  Or, if you choose to make this whole Mexican FEAST on a Wednesday, you may want to try the boxed version, as we did this time.  You just buy this little Jello-box-sized-box (feeling super descriptive today) that says Flan on it and, uh, try to make it through the four steps.  I’m pretty sure step four actually just said “4.  Eat it, you idiot./ Comelo, idiota.”  It’s that easy. And still yummy enough to disappear in under 2.2 minutes even after consuming a feast already. (You sick of the word feast yet?  Good.)

So, that leaves me with the one true recipe I am giving you on this What’s For Supper Wednesday: Ensalada de nopalitos.  Oh, and I guess I still have to do my appendix or glossary or footnotes or whatever that stuff is that you put at the end of a BOOK.  Seriously, is this not the single longest blog post I have ever written?!?

Before you embark on this recipe, I figured I’d show you an example of what to look for when finding a jar of nopalitos.  Because I am an idiota, I didn’t take the picture until after emptying the jar of it’s distinct contents.  To make up for being such an idiota I composed the jar oh-so-lovely-y with some papel picado.  There will not be a ‘katrina skeleton of death in a good way’ staring at the jar on the shelf.  Well, there probably won’t be anyway.  Don’t want you getting all confused at the store and not walking out with any nopalitos just because there was no skeleton.

Ensalada de Nopalitos:


~ one jar of nopales (found in Latin groceries or the International Food Aisle in a supermarket)

~ one large beefsteak tomato

~ half of a large Spanish onion

~ bunch of cilantro

~ 2 limes

~ queso fresco

To make:

Rinse the nopalitos well in a colander.  Chop the tomato.  Chop the onion.  Rip or chop a handful of cilantro. (more or less depending on your taste – cilantro is kind of a love it or hate it kind of thing)

Mix everything together in a bowl or serving dish.  Squeeze 1-2 limes (keep tasting and stop once you can taste the lime, but it still isn’t overpowering) over everything and mix it together. Mix in some salt and pepper.  Crumble queso fresco on top.

Here’s what it looks like while resting glamorously in some tupperware the next day:

Annnnd, now I want more. I hate when I look at food pictures of things I don’t yet have ready to eat in my fridge.

Also, after bashing Giada pretty good I feel like I owe you an apology for how damn easy this recipe is.  Although, in my defense, at least it is an actual recipe.  Toast is still not a recipe, de Laurentis, ya hear?

Please enjoy your Mexican Feast any day of the week, with as many people as you can fit in your home, and with plenty of Juanes and Juan Gabriel blasting.  I guarantee it will be impossible not to have a good time.  I do.  I guarantee it.  Up there with death and taxes.

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7 Responses to Mexican Feast…Estilo Rapido!

  1. Monica says:

    That looks like a delicious meal!

  2. It was! You should make it! And then post pictures on the Real Mommy Chronicles Facebook page. Because Lord knows I didn’t take enough pictures the night of! 😉

  3. Zoë says:

    Sounds delicious. And I’m sure your guests appreciated the shower, even if it kept you from entertaining them for a few minutes. Better to be known as the tardy one than the filthy-in-a-bad-way one.

    Hint from Heloise: If you are alone with the kids and need to shower and you don’t want the kids to end up fighting with steak knives over who gets to turn the stove burners on first, stick them in the shower with you. Or is that icky when your older kid is a boy? I have also made Cleo sit in the bathroom and “read” while I shower. Momma’s gotta get her weekly shower in sometime.

    I’ve never had Ensalada de Nopalitos, but that picture looks a lot like ceviche. Summer is totally ceviche season. You got a good recipe?

  4. Julie says:

    I will try some of these “recipes”!
    They sound si good

  5. Zoe – They were certainly very kind and understanding about the shower…which could have been our long-standing friendship. Or could have been related to how sweaty I was when they first arrived and their thankfulness that I fixed that. 😉

    I have upped my weekly shower to TWICE a week showers. (I know, show-off, right?) And we DON’T even have a live-in nanny! I just started showering when Xavi naps and letting Carlitos watch TV. It would take a real live dinosaur entering the room to get that kid off the couch once TV is on, so I feel pretty safe about it.

    And thanks for the suggestion…I think I just may have to do a ceviche recipe for an upcoming What’s For Supper Wednesday! Look for it on the coming Thursdays, Fridays, or Mondays. 😉

  6. Julie – Was that a clever word switch or a Freudian slip? Yes, you should try these ‘recipes’ – especially the nopalitos salad and the flan (if you click the link)! They are si, si, si good! 😉

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