Showing posts with label posole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label posole. Show all posts

Sunday, July 7, 2024

Glowing, Flowing, All Around You

Any posole is going to be more time consuming than most one pot dishes but this quickened version is a sure-fire way to get your fix in less time.  I added one step and that was to roast the chiles first.


I threw in a pound of ground turkey to my browned pork. I don't care because it was good, especially when you get a little brown on that turkey.




I also added roasted poblanos because I like chunky soups chocked full of all the stuuuuuff.

(clip owned by The Quiet One)



I've said this before but Posole is Menudo's cuter, younger brother and even though I love them both, the former is easier and the satisfaction level is very close.

Friday, June 7, 2019

Yet You May See the Meaning of Within

stirring the posole
Only when you make pork posole can you truly love yourself or anyone else.  This was that with a twist.  I had a huge pork shoulder bone leftover from a slow roasted pork that we had picked over but it still had so much love to give to the broth.  So I baked some chicken thighs and shredded them in.  And as a personal touch I added roasted poblano peppers. 
Eating posole is like Ayahuasca for your tastebuds.  Flavors from another dimension take hold.  You go places.  It's always an experience to remember.  And it also has similar healing effects.  I like mine chocked full of hominy with all the add ins like lime, cilantro, Mexican oregano, green onions, radish. The only thing I missed was some crunchy cabbage.





Saturday, September 11, 2010

Hominy and Me, we're pretty good company...



Words cannot describe! The good Lord done shined down on my soup pot TONIGHT! Okay, I've made pozole lots but usually with chicken thighs because they're cheap and I'm cheap. It's always good but this time I used pork and smoked pork necks, braised in the oven the traditional way with its own stock and then added my freshly made chili powder blend and lots of hominy. I just had me a small bowl. Listen to me... This is the SHIT!!! I can't wait for P to taste it. The broth, the spices, the pork, the soft hominy, the zing of the lime, the heat of the chili. I need a minute....

Saturday, July 17, 2010

posole for the soul-y


I think posole might have some of the same healing elements that menudo has so I'm thinking it might not be as much about the tripe as I had once thought. But I am making my posole now with chicken thighs since they seem to be the only meat I can afford. I start by making like a chicken broth with celery, onion, garlic, bay leaves, jalapenos and peppercorns. That broth is enriched with a smoked pork neck or turkey neck. The rich, (real)broth being seasoned with chili powder and cumin, cayenne might be key I guess.

Everything about menudo was a little mysterious and magical growing up actually. When I was little and to about my early-teens my mom & dad would take us to the mexican dances at these mysterious 'halls' in surrounding small towns in Ohio and Indiana. The live bands were happening and there was always plenty of alcohol in little plastic cups around to make it easy to get into another mind-set and lose track of time in these unfamiliar landscapes. Everyone would dance and they would break up the tex-mex country type sound with rock and roll for the kids and we'd have our moment on the floor to show our stuff. I had some James Brown moves as a really small kid that I myself thought were pretty right on the money. Later it became about the fabulous dresses and shoes I'd debut at these events. Then I sorta drifted into a way different scene and the two worlds really couldn't meld, so I quit going altogether BUT the MAIN event really was the 'after' dance drunken ride back to Fort Wayne with my dad at the wheel and the only thing that mattered was that we were gonna get to eat some really good menudo. He could always get us there even though I remember it was sort of a death ride of chance. And the place we'd eat it was not nice, it was all about the soup. It was a truck stop area of town near the slaughter house so the smell of old blood alerted my drunken head we were nearing this miracle soup.

So menudo is supposed to cure hangovers and prevent them. I think it works. But it may do even more than that and I'm trying to figure out if posole also shares some of this magical power. There's something soothing about soup in general right but that's not all. It calms the soul sort of instantly and then you start to have a feeling of being back in the womb or some shit. I've never had tripe in anything else, so I just assumed it must be something about that weird cut of stomach lining that slides down your throat that may hold some relief that you haven't drank all the lining out of your own stomach. But maybe its the broth, the combo of spices with the chili that can soothe the soul.

Menudo is like the chuppacabra though in Brooklyn, you hear about it but never actually see it. Maybe someone will have it on their menu but no one ever has it available. I have to make my own soon.

Until then, I think posole is really its healthier (although tripe is not bad for you as far as I can tell) less time consuming cute cousin that can do the job almost as well.