A couple weeks ago I RSVP’ed to attend a book talk and signing to coincide with the release of Gustavo Arellano’s new book, Taco USA: How Mexican Food Conquered America at UCLA. I was looking forward to it as I enjoyed Gustavo’s two previous books (Ask A Mexican and Orange County: A Personal History) and couldn’t wait to read the results of his research on the popularity of Mexican food across the US. I follow him on Twitter and Facebook and he’d been dropping hints about his research and trips on both and in articles on the OC Weekly. Plus, is there any topic better than Mexican food and drink?

Anyway, I also like Gustavo. He’s a funny, entertaining and opinionated writer covering topics a lot of other journalists ignore. I’m also a fan because we share similar roots. Our mothers were both born in El Cargadero, a pueblito outside of Jerez, Zacatecas. His more autobiographical books felt like I was reading my own familiy’s history.

I never went to the book signing. That afternoon, my Dodger loyalty trumped my Cargaderense roots and pride. Who says Mexican immigrants and their children don’t acculturate or assimilate? Sorry, Gustavo. I ditched your reading but I did buy and read Taco USA. I went the e-book route since I didn’t want to wait for it to ship and didn’t feel like making a trip to the bookstore.

Taco USA: How Mexican Food Conquered America Review

Back to the book, the first two thirds are a chronological history of Mexican food in the US. Gustavo recounts the heyday of chili queens in Santa Fe and tamale men from San Francisco to Chicago at the turn of the century. Even back then, ambulantes (street vendors) were a big part of the Mexican food culture, or what passed as Mexican food. I had no clue why cartoon characters crowed about “hot tamaleeees!” Now I know. Other things I learned: the taco (hard, fried style not the ones above) didn’t become popular nationwide until the 1950s-60s; why non-Mexicans are the most popular Mexican food writers and chefs; the origin of nachos; and why chicken, shrimp or veggie fajitas is a misnomer.

My favorite chapters were about the burrito and Mexican food cooked by and for Mexican people. I attribute that to my LA and California bias. Gustavo begins the chapter on the burrito by describing the Manuel’s Special giant burrito at El Tepeyac Café in Boyle Heights (East LA, for the LA outsiders).

I have a particular affinity for El Tepeyac even though a lot of people don’t think the food is all that great. My grandparents, Papá Chepe and Mamá Toni used to live right around the corner from El Tepeyac. Literally. During parties, we used to peek over the wall into the El Tepeyac parking lot. My parents met when they were part of the youth group at Assumption Church, which is across the street from El Tepeyac. It’s where they got married. My siblings and I were baptized there and several other aunts and uncles married there. My roots run deep.

I started the burrito chapter, “What took the burrito so long to become popular”, with warm fuzzies. And then Gustavo went on to the Mission style burritos in San Francisco (my favorite burritos) and how they inspired chains like Chipotle. I’ve had two Chipotle burritos, both bought by someone else. I don’t get the hype. He also answered a baffling question about the origin of San Diego -berto suffixed chain restaurants. My favorite is the Adalberto’s by my tío Beto’s house in Chula Vista. Their carne asada nachos are amazing.

Gustavo’s chapter on the rise of Mexican food made by and for Mexicans made me hungry and sad that my favorite Mexican restaurant on the westside shut down a couple years ago. I was introduced to Oaxacan food in the late ‘90s by friends and quickly grew to love their moles, enchiladas and chilaquiles. I didn’t know at the time that Oaxacan restaurants were still relatively new in LA. The westside outpost of La Guelaguetza closed down recently. It bummed me out. That was my go-to spot for taking friends from out-of-town for Mexican food they couldn’t get elsewhere. Sadly, I never tried the chapulines (grasshoppers).

The latter third of Taco USA focuses on Mexican food products and drinks in US stores. This was less interesting to me, except when Gustavo discussed the history of brands like salsa El Tapatio. I was used to seeing it on the table at home, but was surprised when I started to see it as a condiment in restaurants or as a flavor for Doritos. I also got confused by all the entrepreneurs making money off Americans’ tastes for tortillas, salsa, tequila and more.

My only criticism is that Gustavo doesn’t discuss one popular critique or fear of Mexican food: it’s unhealthy and fattening. He does discuss the xenophobic fears, e.g., Mexican food is dirty, too spicy, or it’s going to cause some unfortunate digestive issues. This one got to me when I was losing weight and would read “Going out for Mexican, help!” on the Weight Watchers message boards as if Mexican food needed to be feared. Yes, I know, there are a lot of popular Mexican dishes that are fried and/or very cheesy. I love some of those, but it’s just one type of Mexican food. I lost a bunch of weight without ever giving up my beloved tortillas, (both corn and flour, not the cardboard like whole wheat kind either), tortas and tamales.

A life without tortillas would just be sad. I think Oscar Zeta Acosta, the Brown Buffalo, said it best:

What value is a life without booze and Mexican food?

Gustavo is currently on a media and book tour. Check out his schedule here. For more on the book, you can find a short interview with Arellano on LA Bloga and an excerpt in the LA Weekly. He also was on NPR this week discussing the rise of tacos and the origin of Taco Bell.

Edited: The NYT reviewed Taco USA in the Dining & Wine section this week. It’s a great review and gives you more of an overview of the book and about Gustavo’s career as a food critic and expert on all things Mexican American. If you haven’t exceeded your 10 pages/month limit, go read it.

My brother, Danny, invited Sean and I to a Valentine’s dinner over the weekend. I know V-Day isn’t a family oriented holiday, but Danny’s a trained chef and it’s kinda rare that I get to eat anything he makes. Whenever I see him he’s usually exhausted from work. Sean liked the idea of a home-cooked gourmet meal rather than going out to a restaurant.

Traffic from LA to Hacienda Heights was horrible, but it was worth it. Danny made a delicious dinner with a little help from me, Lori and Costco. I like helping him out, it actually makes me feel like I know something about cooking.

We sat down to dinner a little late, but it was fine with me and accommodated my parents’ schedule.

Green salad

Shrimp in a cayenne butter sauce with garlic asparagus

Filet mignon with a mushroom sauce, shrimp, roasted potatoes, asparagus and carrots (not pictured: garlic bread from the grocery store)

Apple pie a la mode (from Costco)

I was so stuffed.

My favorites were definitely the cayenne shrimp and the mushroom sauce.

As or VR, he was really working the puppy dog eyes angle to get some steak.

Earlier this month, LA Weekly posted another best burgers in LA list. Sean nudged me about it. We decided to make a dent in the list this week since we both are on vacation.

Thus, began Burger Week. After the second day, we made a spreadsheet in Google Docs and included any spot on LAist’s 2010 best burger list, 2011 list or LA Weekly’s 2011 list. Yeah, the spreadsheet is nerdy, but it made picking the next spot easier. We based our choices on type (“gourmet” vs “basic”) and location. Most of the high end burger spots are located on the Westside so we didn’t ever travel more than 6 miles.

MONDAY

Father’s Office Burger @ Father’s Office
Los Angeles (near Culver City)

FO is a familiar spot. It’s less than a mile away, but I don’t go very often as I’m not much of a drinker and it’s pricey for a burger. Still, after a few visits over the last few years, it’s easy to see why the FO burger is consistently listed as one of the best burgers in LA.

In short, it’s delicious. We both had the Father’s Office burger: Kobe beef, Gruyere, caramelized onions, applewood bacon compote, maytag blue cheese and arugula on a roll. I love the combination of Gruyere, arugula and caramelized onions. We passed on the shoestring fries (they’re good) and split a basket of sweet potato fries with garlic aioli on the side for dipping. The burger is great, but the sweet potato fries with garlic aioli are my favorite menu item. Since FO is a gastropub known for a wide beer selection, we paired our burgers with Unibroue Fin du Monde.

Heads up:
It’s not cheap, but you get what you pay for. The burger can easily feed two people with smaller appetites. FO does not do substitutions and does not have ketchup in house. This has never bugged me. The LA location gets very crowded at peak hours and you might have to stand around waiting for a table or spot at the bar to open up before ordering food. Be patient.

TUESDAY

SoCal Burger and Triple Pork Burger @ Umami Burger
Los Angeles (La Brea location)

Umami was the first new spot we tried. I’ve passed it several times while heading up to Hollywood, but never stopped by. We were immediately seated and got quick service. After checking out the menu for a few minutes and trying to decide, Sean ordered the Triple Pork Burger (ground pork, chorizo and applewood smoked bacon with manchego cheese and pimento aioli). I ordered the SoCal Burger (butter lettuce, slow-roasted tomato, house spread, house-made american cheese, carmelized onions). My burger was medium rare and very juicy. I didn’t expect it to be so messy. The bun was delicious and tasted slightly sweet. I didn’t care for the slow-roasted tomato. Sean’s review: the burger was delicious, not too juicy, the chorizo really stood out and added a spicy kick. We ordered sweet potato fries on the side. They were okay, but were a little soggy.

We both agreed that we’d return and would like to try some of their other burgers.

Heads up:
Burgers cost $10-14. I’ve heard from some that the burgers are small. I think the size is fine. Parking is by valet (at least after 5), but we easily found street parking nearby.

WEDNESDAY

The Naked Truth and the Big Scene @ Hamburger Habit
West LA

After two $10+ gourmet burgers, we opted for something more affordable. I’d seen Hamburger Habit many times on the bus to school, but had never visited. Burger Week was the perfect opportunity. Upon entering Hamburger Habit you feel like you’ve gone back to a 1950s Coca Cola commercial. There’s lots of red, retro tables and counters. The cashier handed us a printed menu and we made our choices: The Naked Truth with added bacon for Sean, the Big Scene for me and chili cheese fries to split. We followed the menu recommendations and added grilled onions to our cheeseburgers.

I enjoyed my burger and found it worth the price ($20 for 2 burgers, chili cheese fries and two drinks). The fries were too salty and the chili was okay. I wouldn’t order them again. Hamburger Habit is okay, but I don’t see what sets it apart from other similar burger joints.

Heads up:
The strip mall parking lot is tiny. Free wi-fi.

THURSDAY

The Comme Ça Burger @ Comme Ça
West Hollywood

Spoiler alert: The Comme Ça Burger was the first I unable to finish; I left about a third of it. And I had it for lunch after skipping breakfast. That would make it brunch.

We arrived shortly after they opened for the lunch hour. We had our pick of tables as there were only a few other patrons. I have no clue how crowded it gets for dinner. The waitress brought us a delicious breadstick and butter. We each ordered our burgers and she advised us that the medium rare was still quite bloody, so we changed asked for them a little more well done.

The Comme Ça burger features a thick Angus beef patty on a brioche bun. I’ve read other reviews that say it must be 8 ounces. The patty is topped with gooey Vermont cheddar, onions, and iceberg lettuce in dressing. The creamy lettuce and dressing combo reminded me of cole slaw. Even in a brasserie, the burgers are served with a side of fries, er pomme frites.

Of the gourmet burgers we tried this week, Comme Ça was my least favorite. It’s definitely worth trying, but I don’t like being a messy eater when I’m out in a restaurant. I liked lettuce and dressing topping, but it was too much and too creamy. As for the beef, I should’ve gone more well done as it was rarer than I’d like. The best thing about Comme Ça was the pomme frites. They’re the best fries I’ve had in LA.

Heads up:
It’ll set you back $18, comparable to FO considering the fries are included. We didn’t order beer, but it’s definitely the kind of burger that would go well with a beer. How ever you usually order your burgers (e.g., medium rare), go a little bit more well done. Valet parking or metered parking on Melrose. We found free parking a couple blocks away. I’m cheap. Free wi-fi.

FRIDAY

Cheeseburger @ Capitol Burgers
Mid City (Pico & Crenshaw)

We visited Capitol Burger for lunch. Capitol Burger is one of the basic burger spots on best of lists. I wouldn’t disagree. Capitol Burger is your classic no-frills burger stand with a couple of guys flipping burgers in a tiny shack. It’s good and cheap. We spent $10 for two cheeseburgers ($2.80 each), drinks and chili cheese fries. Um, that’s less that we spent on a single burger at the gourmet spots.

We both ordered cheeseburgers. Sean got his a little more plain. Mine was topped with tomato, lettuce, mustard, onions and pickles. I appreciated the pickles. Our food came in a box. Much different than chic white plates at Comme Ça.

While the burger didn’t stand out in comparison to other burger stands I’ve eaten at (similar size, toppings), the chili cheese did make an impression. Capitol Burgers tops thin fries with a hearty helping of chili and cheddar cheese.

Heads up:
Lunchtime service was slower than I expected. We waited ~20 minutes for our order. There are only three tables available. If you’re sheltered and avoid the “bad” parts of town, you might be uncomfortable going to a burger stand with bars on the windows. Personally, I didn’t feel unsafe.

SATURDAY

Cheeseburger and bacon cheeseburger @ Hole in the Wall Burger Joint
West LA

Our final spot was another basic burger in West LA. The website says Santa Monica, but it’s only on Santa Monica Boulevard. We entered and each filled out order forms with options for proteins, buns, cheese, basic and premium toppings. Although Hole in the Wall offers chicken and turkey burgers, we stuck with beef for consistency. Sean’s burger featured chipotle mayo, applewood smoked bacon, pepperjack cheese, red onions, and red leaf lettuce on a brioche bun. I got the same thing sans bacon and with tomato on an old fashioned plain bun. We shared house made fries and sweet potato fries.

When my burger arrived I thought it would be one I wouldn’t be able to finish. I was wrong; my stomach has probably expanded a little this week and I ate it all minus a bite or two of the bun. I found the beef overly salted, but liked the chipotle mayo. Even though Sean had bacon on his burger, he didn’t find it too salty. I didn’t pay attention to the bottom of the order form where they noted that burgers are cooked medium unless specified. I was okay with that, but next time I’d go medium well.

The sweet potato fries were almost as good as the fries at Father’s Office. Both types of fries were well portioned, salted and perfectly crunchy. We dipped our fries in Hole in the Wall’s homemade ranch and ketchup (check out the ingredients). The ketchup isn’t red and looks like a thin orange marmalade. It’s good, but if you’re a fan of Heinz you’ll miss the sweetness and thickness.

Heads up:
We spent $14-16 for our burgers ($8.95 without toppings like bacon and avocado), fries and drinks. Bring cash, they don’t accept credit cards. I didn’t notice a parking lot, but that wasn’t a problem. We easily found street parking on Bentley. That might be tougher in the evening as it’s a residential area.

SUNDAY

And on the seventh day, they rested…

Coming next week: master cleanse week!

Not really.

Burger Week was fun, but as you might expect I won’t be making it a regular thing. I’d like my pants to zip without needing to lie down. Plus, I need more variety in my diet. It’s probably not good for me if my only vegetables are fried potatoes. And there’s the whole cost associated with eating out daily. Even the cheap spots quickly add up.

If you’d like to check out any of LA’s best burgers according to LA Weekly and LAist, check out the spreadsheet.

Tamales are not my favorite Mexican food. They’re not even in the top five.

I used to pride myself on how few of them I could eat each Christmas season. Usually the count was somewhere around 2. I’d have one of the spicy red chile and pork tamales and one of the sweet cinnamon, pineapple and raisin ones for breakfast. The sweet ones are always best as breakfast on Christmas morning when my mom places them on a comal or a pan to toast them lightly. A savory/spicy tamal works just as well for breakfast.

This year, I’ve been craving tamales. Prior to Christmas, I’d only eaten on tamal and that bugged me. That changed last night and this morning when we had the traditional tamales and a bunch of other delicious food. Funny thing, Sean asked me if it was okay to have tamales for breakfast. I almost laughed at him. It’s not only okay, it’s condoned and might be the only thing available aside from some beans and eggs. He’s a newbie at Mexican Christmas.

The tamal tally is currently 4. Let’s see how many more I can eat.

It used to really bug me when I heard people refer to the singular tamal as tamale. It sounds wrong to my bilingual ear, but I know the English translation is tamale. In fact, my spell checker has tamal as incorrect and tamale as correct. I mentioned this to a friend once and he mentioned that tamale is closer to the Nahuatl word, “tamalli.” He reasoned that tamal was the bastardized Nahuatl term for the food we’ve come to love.

Anyway, who talks about tamales in the singular anyway? If you eat just one, you’re doing it wrong. Or you’re saving room for all the other delicious food. I can’t blame you too much.

We arrived on Wednesday night and went straight to the future in-law’s home in Long Island. We were very hungry as we’d only eaten breakfast and snacks on the plane. Sadly, JetBlue stopped carrying Munchies. That was one of my favorite parts about my monthly flights to/from JFK. I actually complained about it on the customer satisfaction survey. Kenny (future brother-in-law) picked us up form the airport. On the way there he told us Mrs C (fMIL) had made a steak dinner. It was delicious. No, I don’t have photos.

A few hours later, we were ready for dessert: Dunkin’ Donuts. LA transplants, especially those from NY, have a lot of valid reasons to complain about LA. One of those is often the lack of DD. We used to have DD, but the donut market was already saturated with mom and pop shops and Winchell’s. Although you can’t go to a DD in LA, you can buy a gift card at drugstores or grocery stores. Sean ate a few vanilla donuts. I tried a few of the season flavors (pumpkin, apple spice), but my favorite is still the simple glazed donut. We had DD a few more times on our trip.

On Thursday night, we went out to dinner with friends for Filipino Food Nite at Tito Rad’s in Queens. I missed the first Filipino Food Nite, but was glad for the second. We ate family style and had several dishes including: fried calamari, lumpia (yum!), chicken adobo, pork adobo, sisig, pancit, tuna, and plain white rice.

The Meatball Shop was the only restaurant on our to-do/see/visit list. We went on Friday afternoon, our first day back in Manhattan. Luckily, there was no wait. I had the special, the chile relleno meatball. It was less spicy than I expected and they were a little stingy with the perfectly spicy tomatillo salsa. I tend to load my tacos with cilantro, and was sad that it could barely be tasted in the meatballs. I had butternut squash with ricotta and candied walnuts on the side.

On Friday evening, we attended a birthday party at the Mercury Bar. The bar is two doors down from Pizza 33, which Sean recommended. Rather than eat at the bar, we stepped out for Ziti pizza. The pizza was too dry, adding red pepper flakes helped. It wasn’t the best pizza I’ve had in NY, but it was certainly enough to fuel some drinking and dancing.

On Saturday night, the future in-laws hosted a small engagement party. Although Sean’s met most of my extended family, I’ve only met his parents and brother. Mrs C did a great job cooking up a variety of Jamaican dishes for the party. I’m not too familiar with Jamaican food. I’ve had a few typical dishes (e.g., beef patties, jerk chicken, oxtail soup, red beans and rice), but still have a lot to learn. The menu for the party included: jerk chicken, jerk pork, BBQ ribs, fried chicken, mussels, salmon, oxtail soup, a paella-like seafood and rice dish, a few different types of rice, mac n’ cheese, green salad, beef patties, saltfish and crackers, and green beans. I know I’m forgetting something.

Despite filling up my plate twice, I didn’t get to try everything. There was a lot of food leftover which we ate for the next couple of days. My favorite was the very tender jerk chicken and jerk pork. It was quite spicy (much more than the one Sean occasionally makes).

I washed this all down with some wine and later some very sweet and potent rum punch and rum cake.

I gave up meat for Lent. I chose meat over sweets because the former seemed easier. I’m still eating fish, seafood and eggs, so it’s basically like every day is a Lenten Friday.

I’ve never gone so long without eating poultry or red meat. It was a bit challenging initially. I wasn’t eating enough protein and was hungry all the time. Plus, I was still training for the marathon and I worried that the change in diet might negatively affect me. It didn’t.

After the first couple of weeks, I’ve adjusted to the new diet. I miss meat, but not too much. There have only been a couple of instances when I really wanted meat. One was when I was right in front of the taco stand at my family’s fundraiser. The tacos de pollo, al pastor and carne asada smelled so good. It didn’t help that I wasn’t interested in any of the meatless options. A second was after the marathon. I really wanted a cheeseburger but settled for a salmon burger.

I miss meat more out of convenience. When I cook, I usually make something with chicken or beef. If I don’t have time to pack anything for lunch, I typically make a turkey or ham sandwich, or I grab a Trader Joe’s microwavable meal. Those usually have chicken. I’ve tried TJ’s vegetarian microwavable meals and they’re either not satisfying or just taste bad.

The best part of this has been trying out new recipes and cooking some things I love but never make (e.g., tacos de papa). Over the weekend I made El Chavo’s veggie mole. I had this at his house last year and loved it despite not caring for tofu. I followed El Chavo’s directions to a tee and my veggie mole was delicious. Sean even had seconds. [Note: the chilaquiles, soyrizo with papas and beans up there were made by El Chavo too. Very delicious. He needs to post up a recipe for the salsa he used on the chilaquiles.]

If anything, I know that giving up meat for 40 days is much easier than giving up tortillas. I dreamt about tortillas three times then, but haven’t had any dreams about cheeseburgers or tacos de pollo asado… yet.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have read Gustavo’s article on the dearth of comida Zacatecana in LA.

Such diversity is a natural result of decades of Mexican migration, but there’s one glaring anomaly: Zacatecas’ culinary traditions are virtually invisible in local restaurants.

This quirk belies demography. The state is to modern-day Southern California what Iowa was for a previous generation of Angelenos: a place known for its work ethic and its conservative values, and for sending hundreds of thousands of its residents to our sunny wonderland.

Now I’m hungry. Not for queso añejo (which my siblings and I always called queso de pata/feet cheese), or even asado (which I don’t really like and have never had at a wedding), but for a torta de chorizo (which I can’t have today, anyway).

My family doesn’t have a quesero, but we do have a chorisero. Every few months, we’ll get a paper bag with some chorizo links. It’s the best chorizo I’ve ever had, not the crap you buy at the store. Last time I had one, a few days after Christmas, was to prove to my Papá Chepe that I do eat.

I wonder if Mamá Toni has made any of her gorditas de frijoles lately. Those would be yummy today. Or capirotada.

Damn. I hope Mamá Toni saves me some.

I love chilaquiles. They’re so simple yet so tasty.

A couple of years ago I started a project to review chilaquiles at local Mexican restaurants. I did one review and then let the project go, but continued to eat my fair share of chilaquiles. The problem with reviewing food is that a photo is necessary, but I often forget to stop and take a picture.

On Friday morning, I was patient… at least for a minute.

I finally got up early enough to try the tasty breakfast at Homegirl Café. Although I was craving chilaquiles, I almost chose the flor de calabaza omelette (only offered when in season). They had four (I think) different types of chilaquiles. I chose the chilaquiles made with a minty tomatillo salsa, a side of scrambled eggs and black beans. My friend chose enfrijoladas with a chipotle salsa.

The chilaquiles were tasty, but a tad on the cold side. I would have appreciated if they were spicier and if they were a little soggier. Although I usually don’t add crema or sour cream to my food, I think crema and onions would have been good toppings for the chilaquiles. The chilaquiles were topped with just the right amount of queso cotija. The beans and side of scrambled eggs were also delicious. Unlike my friend, I couldn’t finish all my food… I wanted to leave room for something from the bakery.

On the way out, I bought half a dozen highly addictive Mexican wedding cookies to take to my dissertation writing group meeting. The powdered sugar has to be laced with something.

The total for two at Homegirl Café was $20 and change. Next time I decide not to sleep in on a rainy Friday, I’ll sample something else from the breakfast menu.

For a long time, I thought all Mexicans in the LA-area had nopales (cactus) in their backyard. Of course, my sample size was small. All my relatives had nopales growing in their backyard. We did too.

The nopales, spread out in a corner of the backyard against a brick wall, were a nuisance to us kids who had to be extra careful while playing. On the plus side, I’m sure they deterred a thief or two from climbing the wall and we were never burglarized.

For Mamá Toní, a native of Zacatecas where nopales grew on every cerro (hillside), nopales are meant to be eaten. They’re for ensaladas and guisos. They go excellent with tortas de camarón during Lent and are an excellent side dish with carne asada. (I won’t even get in to the tasty tunas, or cactus pears.)

Nopales are not only on our frentes, they’re in our tummies too.

After saying her morning rosary and cooking el desayuno for Papá Chepe, she got to work on her monthly ritual of enfrascando nopales.

Mamá Toni started by examining the nopales in the corner of the backyard. They were taller than her with their pencas (“leaves”) spread in every which way. She chose the best looking pencas and cut them off with a large butcher knife. She tossed them in to a large basket. When it was full, she grabbed the basket and walked over to a table in the backyard. She stood as she worked on the next task, because as my mom says, “no work gets done while sitting.”

I finished my cereal and joined her outside in the mid-morning sun. It wasn’t hot yet, but it would be in an hour or two.

I watched intently as Mamá Toni worked with expert speed and efficiency to clean off all the thorns with the large butcher knife. To avoid pricking herself with the thorn, she’d hold the penca at the base where she cut it from the larger plant and shave off the thorns of each side of the penca. They littered the table. I kept my distance.

“No te pican?” I asked.

“No,” she replied and kept working without looking to me.

She placed each clean penca in a large bowl.

When she was done cleaning all the pencas, she moved the operation to the kitchen, out of the bright sun. She piled the pencas on the table so that they formed a bright green mound.

Mamá Toni went through that mound so quickly as she chopped the smooth pencas. I touched a slice. It was slimey with the nopal ooze.

“¿Quieres probarlo?” she asked.

I scrunched my nose. I wasn’t a picky eater, but the nopales were weird looking. “¿Se pueden comer así?” I asked. I didn’t know nopales could be eaten raw.

She took the small slice, sprinkled some salt on it and handed it to me.

It was my first time trying nopales. I was 8 years old.

“¿No te gusto?”

“Es que…” my Spanish failed me. I didn’t know how to say that nopales tasted green and a bit slimy.

She sensed my hesitation.

“Son buenos para la salud,” she offered.

I didn’t believe her, but I finished the rest of my small piece.

Mamá Toni got back to chopping. She worked fast. First, she chopped the penca into vertical strips about a centimeter thick. She held the long green lines together and turned them horizontally and began chopping them into perfect squares.

Once she was done with this, she started cooking the raw nopales and canning them in Mason jars. i didn’t pay much attention to this process, because I ditched the kitchen for a cooler place, like the shady tree in the front lawn. The ktichen and adjacent living room felt like a sauna. According to Mamá Toni, you needed a close environment to effectively can the nopales.

By the end of the day, we had a dozen jars of olive green nopales. Mamá Toni would repartir (divide) the jars. Her sons, Chuy and Roberto, always received more jars than her six daughters.

I eat nopales now. And that’s a good thing:

The dishes historically served alongside tortillas and beans have medicinal traits, too. Nopales — tasty cactus leaves still a staple food in much of Mexico — control blood sugar, possibly by mimicking insulin. (source: Houston Chronicle)

I should’ve known. Mamá Toni is a wise woman.

This post was inspired by Mexfiles

My friend almost choked, even though he wasn’t eating anything at the time. He coughed and gasped for air.

“What?!” he finally exclaimed.

His reaction was as incredulous as Diego’s and everyone else’s in the comments to my Obama town hall recap.

Yes, I’ve lived in LA [county, Hacienda Heights isn't in the city] my entire life and never had the desire to eat a danger dog or Salvi Dog or TJ Dog or Club Dog.

I remember my introduction to the bacon-wrapped hot dog: July 5, 1994.

I was 13 years old and caught up in World Cup fever. Mexico and Bulgaria were playing in the round of 16. I’d gone over to my friend Star’s house in Walnut to watch the game with her family. Her mom, Angelita, and tías were in the kitchen working on lunch while everyone else watched the game in suspense.

Star has the honor of being the first and only person to ever offer me a bacon-wrapped hot dog.

I looked at it like I look at cauliflower, with pure disdain and disgust.

“You’ve never had one of these?” Star asked incredulously?

“Nope.”

“Don’t you want to try one?” her sister, Miriam, chimed in.

“Nope. That just looks weird. I like my hot dogs plain. Just a little ketchup, mayo and maybe mustard.”

They shrugged their shoulders and asked their mom for a bacon-less weenie. I enjoyed my plain hot dog and chalked up the difference in hot dog preference to the girls’ Guadalajara origins.

Mexico and Bulgaria tied with one goal each. Bulgaria later won the game in penales. It was excruciating.

The events of that day have been repeated several times since. Every time Mexico loses in the Mundial or loses to the US I feel as crappy as I did 13 years ago. And every time I see a bacon-wrapped hot dog, I scrunch my nose and give it the cara de fuchi.

Simply put, no se me antojan.