Tag Archives: goat cheese

Mexican Breakfast

8 Feb

I am in love with Mexican cuisine. As a self-proclaimed foodie I am ashamed to say that the extent of my exposure to Mexican food before I came to the UK was restricted to four things – Salsa (like the dance), Nachos (like Senõr Pepito’s masala triangles), Tacos with black beans (as in, rajma, right?) and Tortillas (don’t pronounce the ‘r’ ), none of which I truly liked. Yes, I had tried jalapenos and of course I loved chorizo, but in my mind these individual things didn’t map up to make ‘cuisine’. At most, they were snacks that you bought at the movies and avoided at restaurants.

Until, that was, the evening when I saw this programme on the Food Network channel. I was bored with eating the regular stuff, and was looking for something easy and exciting when I saw Thomasina Meirs make this simple Mexican breakfast dish.

My version of Mexican breakfast

As I watched, I realised that I already had most of the ingredients at home. I didn’t waste time in putting knife to  red pepper, and soon, this amazingly tasty dinner-breakfast was ready.

Fried egg replaced with goat’s cheese

Truth is, I had been waiting for this ‘intervention’ all my life, and immediately followed it up with a meal at Taqueria where I tried

Flautas deep fried rolled tortillas filled with refry (v) or chicken, with tomatillo salsa, crema, lettuce, sliced onion, queso fresco. The sauce on this one is super awesome

and

Quesadillas toasty corn tortillas folded around melted cheese with mushroom and house made Mexican chorizo. Woah. Died and went to food heaven, and was glad to be alive to be able to try it before going to heaven

and some other things I don’t remember.

And then of course, I went to Wahaca, where I tried

Fish a la Pimienta Grilled mullet with a melting onion, black pepper, fresh lime and pumpkin seed sauce, served with green rice and salad. It grows on you till you cant get enough

and

Tostadas with Chicken guajillo Chunks of marinated chicken, lettuce,
guacamole and a smoky guajillo oil. *Want to out of the house at this moment and sinking my teeth into some *

You can find the original recipe for Mexican Breakfast  here.

If you want to make my version though, replace the egg with some goats cheese or semi-hard cow’s milk cheese (I usually use the plain Apetina), and switch the Worcester sauce with sweet smoked paprika.

If you’ve had great Mexican food experiences elsewhere in London, I’d love to know, so drop me a line with your suggestions!

The Best Onion Soup Ever = A memory of a life time

28 Dec

You know those occasions where you end up with a very strong memory of a place that it intrinsically attached to the food you ate at the time? Its nothing extravagant or expensive. Its just that the events, the company and the food come together so seamlessly to gie you a lasting memory. In my life so far I have been lucky to have a few, and this is definitely one of those.

There were many things that were unusual about this meal. For starters, we weren’t expecting it to happen. Sad and trapped in my the blizzard, we were put up in a hotel at Port de Clichy, which if you see the map of Paris, is on the northern outskirts.  To cheer ourselves up and to get something in our stomach, we decided to take a walk around the place. From what I remember, there was only one burger joint and two cafes in the area. We picked one called L’ Industrie and were glad to find that they had two things on their menu that we hadn’t managed to eat yet. Escago (that thing with the snails?) and Onion Soup.

Now my previous experience with Onion Soup has been very lukewarm to say the least. Its always been this watery, tasteless thing that I somehow never took to. So I was a bit uncertain when we ordered it. The place looked nice and all that (lovely old factory kind of interior) but I seriously doubted the quality of food.

Of course, I was proved wrong. Soon I would taste the most brilliant Onion Soup I ever have in my life (and I doubt I will ever again). It was just one of those things. Like destiny. It was this luscious deep brown thing that tingled on your tongue and warmed your soul. It is very hard to describe the feeling I had with that first spoon. It was an epiphany of sorts. That one spoon salvaged the disaster that this trip had become.

And I cant say enough about the bread in the soup. People forget how important the bread really is. And its forever treated like some irrelevant sidekick. But this was different. The bread had dignity. Even better, it had a character of its own. Fresh, laden with cheese, not too hard and not too soggy, it was like the ideal jugalbandi.

That Onion Soup will go down as one of the single most amazing things that happened to me on this trip. Its one of those things that will never repeat themselves, simply because I will never be able to replicate the circumstances that surrounded it. And it will remain with me till the end of my life, I can guarantee it.

Apart from the soup (but not as great) we tried other things there as well. Like this Farm-style Chicken in Rosemary Sauce with Mashed Potato…

…And this pan-roasted Goat’s Cheese Salad…

…After which we aptly ended with Chocolate Mouse and Gooseberry Tart. Yum.

So whats your strongest food memory?