cucumbers & limes.

an obsessive cook's exploration of time, place, food and nostalgia
Raspado de ciruela.  A delight in a hot Hermosillo evening.  A remembrance on a cool Phoenix morning.  From the late 80’s to 2012.

Raspado de ciruela.  A delight in a hot Hermosillo evening.  A remembrance on a cool Phoenix morning.  From the late 80’s to 2012.

Mexican pastries require lard.  And occasionally they require a hammer.  How else does one break up those magical brown sugar cones known as piloncillo?  Boiled down sugar cane syrup tasting of caramel, and a slight metallic tang, this is about as pure and natural as sugar gets.  And lard?  Well, I would rather have a pure snow white block of rendered pork fat in front of me than any hydrogenated vegetable oil or even expensive French butter.  Combine flour, lard and piloncillo, make a tortilla sammich, bake.  Coyotas, the taste of my childhood and not found outside of the state of Sonora.  Why did it take me so long to make these?

Mexican pastries require lard.  And occasionally they require a hammer.  How else does one break up those magical brown sugar cones known as piloncillo?  Boiled down sugar cane syrup tasting of caramel, and a slight metallic tang, this is about as pure and natural as sugar gets.  And lard?  Well, I would rather have a pure snow white block of rendered pork fat in front of me than any hydrogenated vegetable oil or even expensive French butter.  Combine flour, lard and piloncillo, make a tortilla sammich, bake.  Coyotas, the taste of my childhood and not found outside of the state of Sonora.  Why did it take me so long to make these?

If I can learn to make flour tortillas - I, the stubborn “I grew up with a tortilleria in every corner!” big city Mexican kid - can learn to make tortillas, well, so can you. 

If I can learn to make flour tortillas - I, the stubborn “I grew up with a tortilleria in every corner!” big city Mexican kid - can learn to make tortillas, well, so can you.