So…I was featured on the awesomely informative Madeleine Brand Show (KPCC) yesterday talking about some backyard barbacoa spot that was run by the aunt of a girl I used to date.
It was pretty awesome and despite my nervousness, I think the segment came out ok. Here is the link in case you didn’t get to listen to it live yesterday.
Listen to it here
As a consolation prize, I will also re-post the post that started it all…enjoy!
I was ecstatic, the secret restaurant concept is one that makes any foodie swoon with giddiness. And there it was…
From the Puebla provinces of Mexico, Tia Flor slaughters one sheep, and one sheep only every single Saturday.
She breaks the night, dwelling into twilight hours of Sunday, tossing and turning the smoldering Maguey
cactus leaves that moisten and infuse the fresh mutton chunks that it encapsulates within. The ash temperature can turn to toughening hell in a sleep-derived blink of an eye.
I will say what is to be said, that is: foolhardy consistence. Then again, hell’s oven really has no way of being controlled, thus, the concept of consistence–in this case–is quite contrary. This is not the best I’ve had in my life–that would be this guy in the corroding streets of East D.F (Ahuizontla, Nacaulpan), he makes a three hour trek from ______ every Sunday morning. But just as his tender game runs out by the strike of noon…so does hers.
My first taste of the stuff was actually at my house, take-out, personal delivery right after–no meeting parents for me, thank you very much! At first taste…smoke
, in it’s most subtle of way’s I’ve EVER experienced it before, unlike any of the restaurant stuff I’ve had around here before. The flesh itself actually had flavor, my mind was running lucid imagining how her Consomé
, the broth that leaks of the lamb as it roasts, would be like.
My foodie apparition was correct, spiked with creamy Garbanzo’s, it was utterly unami in every savory sense of it, along with that subtle smokiness…
She also griddles up some’!
Quesadilla’s here are stuffed with the Mexican Exotics Canon: First, the notorious jet oil-black stuff known as Huitlacoche that is the epitome of the “earthy” flavor characteristic. Second, Flor de Calabasa (Squash Blossom’s) that are marinated. And last, the strikingly aromatic herb that Aztec’s knew as “Skunk Plant” aka Epazote.
Mention “con todo” and your fresh-made tortillas raptures will be truly glutted. Hongos, mushrooms that are snipped up into tiny little rectangles and of course, Chicharron (fried pig skin), that is fried to jagged crispness and also cut into confetti-sized pieces. You will be surprised to see how much those aforementioned sized items adds immensely to overall awesomeness.
Consistence in this category is fail-safe, hence, these are the best Quesadillas
I have ever had the pleasure of.
With this, a description of her Salsa supplements is almost mandatory.
Tomato–not chile–based Red (don’t let tomato fool, packs a punch)
Cured Red Onion and Habanero Relish…fucken fire.
I was also introduced to a Jaliscan Neveria (Ice Cream) street vendor that makes some of the smoothest water/cream-based, natural Tamarindo nieve I have ever tasted.
Doña Evangelica also sticks to old world ways, from house-to-back-of-truck vending, the making of these Nieves takes several day’s. Ice Cream making is a full arm workout, churning and churning for two hours, or however long it takes for the rock-salt and ice solution to do it’s thing on five gallon steel tubs filled with base. She starts on Tuesday and goes on making the stuff until showtime: Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Doused with a strong Chamoy sauce she actually makes from scratch, it’s originally made from apricots for a Mexican Sundae sort of thing, on a Sunday afternoon. This usually follows a trip out to that ghetto Barbacoreria, and it’s like also like an esoteric godsend after all that spicy, heavy food.
And they also do a Tequila Nieve
for special occasion.
“Ohh…sure! I’ll be happy to meet your parents…”
Garcias Mexican Ice Cream:
cell: (323) 271-9437
On corner of Potrero Grande St. and Rush St. (Citizens Business Bank parking lot)
shhh…it’s a secret!