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Richard Jernigan
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Joined: Jan. 20 2004
From: Austin, Texas USA
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RE: Happy Mole Day! (in reply to Leñador)
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Mole poblano is one of the things in Mexico I really miss a lot. Fonda San Miguel is an excellent Mexican restaurant here in Austin. The mole poblano has been excellent at times, other times just OK. A good mole poblano serves up a long slow curve followed by a fast break. The first two or three bites, you think, "This is pretty good, but not spicy enough." The last few bites you have a little sweat on your forehead and you're thinking, "Wow, this is great, I hope I can finish it before it completely sets my mouth on fire." I haven't eaten at Manuel's here in years. I hear they still serve chicken enchiladas with mole poblano. But I never thought they were that great. El Meson serves a mole rojo with chopped chicken that's reliably tasty, but mole poblano it ain't. I still remember sitting in a restaurant in 2000 on the smaller of the two town squares in Cuernavaca, across from the theater where the International Guitar Festival was going on. At the next table were some well known classical guitar people, and we got to talking. But what I really remember is being served two large steaming turkey breasts bathed in a really excellent mole poblano. Yes, and on the same trip, the turkey breasts with mole poblano at Cafe Tacuba in Mexico City....aaahhh! Driving from L.A. back home to Santa Barbara I used to stop at the Familia Diaz Restaurant in Santa Paula for some of the best ever bistec ranchero, but I'm pretty sure there was no mole poblano on the menu, or I would remember having tried it. There used to be, maybe still is, a store on the southwest corner of Avenida Guerrero and Mosqueta in Mexico City. In front there were a lot of herbs and spices. A little further back there where quite a few herbs and things used by curanderas, the white magic healing women. On the back wall there was an array of shelves forming a 10 by 20 array of spaces. Each space held jars containing the ingredients for a different kind of mole. Two-hundred kinds of mole, yellow, green, orange, brown, pipián, poblano.... We used to buy a half dozen jars each of pipián and poblano to take back to Texas. Leñador, where can I find some good mole poblano next time I'm in the L.A. area? RNJ
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Date Oct. 23 2016 23:07:00
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Richard Jernigan
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From: Austin, Texas USA
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RE: Happy Mole Day! (in reply to Leñador)
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....actually, when I went to meetings in Redondo Beach I would just drive up the Coast Highway to Oxnard, take 101 to Santa Barbara. There used to be a Mexican place I would stop at in Oxnard, but I don't remember the name of it. I used to go to Norton Air Force Base at San Bernardino. Going back home I would take I-15 north, cut over to Palmdale through the Joshua trees, Cal 14 to i-5, jog north to the road through Santa Paula and the orange groves, come out on the coast at Ventura, then 101 to Santa Barbara. Some times I had to take an armed plainclothes guard in the car with me due to papers and stuff I was carrying, and have a chase car tailing us. One day I stopped off at the Harley dealer in San Bernardino to buy a battery for my bike. I still had on my suit and tie from the meeting at Norton. One of the chase car men came in with me. The man behind the parts counter had on his Hell's Angels colors, and started to give me a hard time. The Berdoo Angels had an even worse reputation than Oakland. I told him, "I came in here to buy a battery, not to listen to your sh1t." For a minute he looked like he was going to come over the counter. Then he studied my companion a little more closely: 6' 3", big shoulders, blond crewcut, cheap blue suit, white shirt and skinny black tie, shiny black shoes, an ear piece in one ear with a wire going down his neck, a bulge under his coat from the .45 in an X-back rig. The parts guy brought me my battery and said no more. We all stopped off in Santa Paula for some bistec ranchero. RNJ
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Date Oct. 24 2016 20:41:33
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