domingo, 11 de octubre de 2009

Hogar de las Niñas

We had them draw their favourite animal and (at the behest of the Doña, who insisted the activity had to include some component where they could practise writing) write the name of the animal and their own names.







We also gave them chocolate. This photo was actually taken by one of the older girls; she's 13 and she actually took some pretty good shots. I told her she should be a photographer.

sábado, 10 de octubre de 2009

Molé Chile Ancho


We actually took this cooking class ages ago (September 17, to be exact) and I'm just now getting around to making the recipe post. I KNOW, FOR SHAME. Oh well.

So, to begin: molé is the pre-hispanic word for sauce. There are about a million different types of molé because there are a million different types of chiles, not to mention every Dick and Jane (what would the Spanish equivalent of that be? Ricardo y... Jane? Hmmm, things to ponder) does their own thing with molé (of course). Each type of molé has a specific type of meat it's served with, usually with rice and tortillas on the side. And the spiciness, bitterness, sweetness, whateverness of the molé varies wildly by recipe. The molé we made was hardly spicy and very smoky with only a hint of bitterness (the good kind of bitterness; yes, such a thing exists).

We started by going to the market for, you know, a real authentic experience. Of course, our cooking instructor was the one buying all the ingredients while we were relegating to standing around and holding random things as he handed them to us, but we did get to watch our chicken filets get pounded!


I have to admit that all in all, I did very little of the actual cooking, as we had one pot of molé and eight people to cook it. But even though I have heard all about the painstaking process that is preparing molé, this seemed remarkably easy. So easy that I'm pretty sure any gringo can do it on their own, although you might need to go to a Hispanic or specialty food market to find the chiles, as I've never seen dried chiles at Ralph's.

Without further ado, the recipe!

Molé sauce:
125 grams chile ancho
6 tomatoes (chopped)
1/2 onion (chopped)
5 garlic cloves (chopped)
1 roll of bread (cut in halves)
1 large stick of cinnamon
oregano
pepper
sugar
vegetable oil

Rice:
1/2 kilogram rice (2 cups)
3 garlic cloves (chopped)
1/4 onion (chopped)
salt
vegetable oil

Chicken:
9 fillets
1 clove garlic (chopped)
salt

Directions:
Take seeds and veins out of chiles. Fry all molé ingredients separately in vegetable oil, then let sit in pot of water until soft. Add pepper and oregano.


Put rice and vegetable oil into pot and cook over stove. Blend garlic, onion, and salt in blender, then pour into the pot with rice.

Boil the chicken, garlic, and salt in a pot of water.

Take all molé ingredients from pot of water and blend with water from the chicken. Fill the blender up about halfway with the molé ingredients and use 1 cup of the chicken water. Repeat until all mole ingredients have been blended.

Use a strainer to filter the blended molé and remove all big chunks of ingredients. (This is very important, as some of the chile fibers can upset your stomach.) Filter sauce into a large pot cooking over stove on very low heat (it takes awhile to strain, and you don't want it to burn). Add sugar and salt to taste, but keep in mind it should be a bit bitter. To make the molé thicker, add pieces of bread blended with a little water. Once you've achieved the desired taste and viscosity, let the molé come to a very gentle boil if it hasn't already done so.

Serve mole sauce over the chicken with rice on the side.


¡Qué sabroso!

Streetwalking

So I was out and aboot last night with my friends, and we were walking to some bar or another, when I suddenly hear someone yell, "ARIELLE!"

I think, Oh shit, who could that be? because it's probably someone I met with the intention of never seeing again.


It was Daca, our new student.

"Mi hermana!" he calls out in his bad Spanish accent.

I hope he was drunk.

miércoles, 7 de octubre de 2009

La eterna feminina

Right about now, I should be writing an essay on 'la mujer'. That is just the general topic I was given; I can write about anything I please so long as it pertains to women.

Don't you love specific, focused topics? They make everything so much easier.

But here's the real kicker: the class this is for ended exactly a week ago today. I see the teacher every day, so she told me not to worry and turn it in whenever.

I feel as though I might be 'pushing it', so to speak.

martes, 6 de octubre de 2009

Daca (pronounced de-gah)

Naomi left today at 7 a.m. and before 5 p.m., we had a new student! It's like exchanging something at Target: easier than pie!

I am kidding.

His name is Daca (pronounce de-gah; he's Vietnamese) and he's from Vancouver. Which means I get to make lots of lovely Canada jokes. And I already started, with making fun of the "soory" and the "eh" thing when we were chatting with Margarita. Anyway.

When I first met him, I introduced myself in Spanish, of course, not realizing then that he barely speaks Spanish. We went down to the kitchen so he could eat something, and as we sat down, he worriedly asked, "Do you speak English?"

It was the biggest compliment I've received thus far.

sábado, 3 de octubre de 2009

Oasis


Hierve el Agua, originally uploaded by sappycoldplaywhore.

Today we went to Hierve el Agua, which is a bunch of mountain springs and petrified waterfalls. I guess I (okay, most of us) missed the mountain springs part, because I (we) forgot to bring swimsuits. I have no idea why that went over my head, because I am always up for some swimmin' and chillin' in temperate water (everyone said the water was cold; whatever, it's warmer than the water in LA) but it did go over my head.

Anyway, we complete our hike around the petrified waterfalls, and it was unexpectedly grueling, with lots of uphill-ness and stairs and generally tiring things. And it was hot. Really hot. It's been hot here all week, but it felt especially hot after that hike (duh).

So I jumped in. In my bra and shorts. And it felt soooooo good.

I needed to wash this bra anyway.

jueves, 1 de octubre de 2009

Puerto, Pt. 1

We took the last camioneta out of Oaxaca, at 11.30 p.m. We were all prepared for a long, windy ride, but somehow we didn't realise just how bad it would be until one of the other passengers put a bag of chapulínes in the back and Ashley complained that it smelled like gerbil food.

Like I said, that was just the beginning.

The road to Puerto Escondido winds through the mountains for seven to nine hours, during which it will most likely rain at some point (especially at night) as you are trying to traverse very narrow roads full of rocks at 70 mph. Not to mention the fact that there are topes (speed bumps) every time you pass through a pueblo, apparently to stop you from hitting people/animals? I don't know exactly. All I know is that about half an hour in to our journey, we had all started to settle in, trying to find a comfortable way to sleep, when our driver went way to fast over a tope and we all bounced at least a foot into the air.

It turned out our driver was crazy, because he let the guy who brought the chapulínes drive through the mountains, and he was driving entirely too fast with a fogged up windshield, and Melissa kept yelling at him and almost lost her shit.

Anyway, after nine grueling hours (I probably shouldn't complain because I was asleep for most of them, punctuated by waking up randomly and saying things in Spanish to Melissa) we finally got to Puerto Escondido and found a hotel (yes, we left having no idea where we were going to stay--we are so cool and spontaneous!) and everything was peachy. We got a ghetto cabaña with a toilet, shower head, and sink for a bathroom and mosquito nets for $8 each per night.

And then we went to the beach.


Open up your plans and then you're free, originally uploaded by sappycoldplaywhore.

Totally worth it.