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Ok folks. I must admit that my newest favorite vice is cuitlacoche: black fungus that grows on ears of corn prior to harvest. Mmmmm. Last year it was seasoned grasshoppers in Oaxaca but them little grass munchers don’t stand a chance against fungus.
Dinner was thin strips of chicken breast rolled up, stuffed with goat cheese and cuitlacoche in a squash flower sauce. Que sabrosa!!! Don’t knock it till you try it and if that doesn’t work for you, get some bravery with a couple of shots of Reserva Anejo. Sharon had chicken in a heavy chocolate mole sauce with sesame seeds. Not too shabby either.
Ok, that was this evening’s dinner but let’s talk about the morning.
Today was a day of culture, or an attempt at culture. We took a lengthy subway ride to La Casa Azul, Frida Khalo’s house and part time studio in the Barrio of Coyuca. We thought. Once off the subway we managed to take an additional lengthy walk.
Is it us or… nah, it’s us.
Over the hill, through the woods and one huge graveyard, we found La Casa Azul. Wonderful photos, original paintings and lush gardens. Unfortunately, no cameras allowed.
From there we wanted to see the houses that were Frida and Diego Rivera’s home, Two separate buildings connected by a third floor walkway. We decided to try and walk to them which was possibly 3 miles. We didn’t know that at first. Mid-way we found “La Pause”; quaint little stop with a private, overgrown patio. Tequila, cervesas and tapas de mozzarella, tomate, pan y pesto. Perfecto! This little stop included fresh mulberries falling on us from the trees. So I guess we got snacks with our snacks.
Back to the streets.
Once we realized it was a really long walk we tried to hail a cab. Yeah, right. There is some sort of science that we are just not privy to when it comes to the Mexican cab hailing arts. It took us quite a while to catch a cab for the last 8 blocks. No need to tell you more about this fine art history… see the movie “Frida“. If anyone knows where our copy of the movie is, please return it, ok? The two houses are really cool.
We hailed yet another cab… eventually, and got back to the nearest metro station and made it back to the hotel by about 5pm.
We had a short siesta a decided to find dinner. There is a little restaurant a couple of blocks from here that Sharon wanted to try. Upon getting ready to leave… total power outage. TV, lights, AC, everything… out. Hey, seems like a good time to leave and get dinner, right?
We exit the hotel amongst the sound of generators powering up and walk toward the restaurant. We notice something slightly abnormal, i.e. there is no power for many blocks. Many, many quickly darkening blocks. We hot foot it back to the hotel. As luck would have it, the generators we heard were the hotel’s and their restaurant is pretty darn good. See paragraph two.
We’ll be back tomorrow evening so we’ll tell you what happened then. Thanks for putting up with this.
Hasta luego Mexico y mis amigos.
