Pozole

My friend S introduced me to pozole today, a traditional Mexican pork stew made with hominy. She said she gets it from a lady here on Isla who makes it every Wednesday. I’ve been curious about it, but the last two Wednesdays since I heard about it didn’t work out schedule-wise for going on a pozole exploration expedition.

Here’s the stew as I received it:

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I don’t know what I was expecting, but what I got really wasn’t it. I think I was expecting something really spicy. Instead, you get a really savoury and meaty broth, with tender pork and the chewy bits of corn that is really a blank canvas for toppings. I’d never had hominy before (other than as grits) and I have to say that it was really satisfying and more filling than regular corn.

S said that when she buys it, she gets a bag of lettuce and onions and another of hot sauce to mix in. You can add in lots of other things like cilantro, cabbage, crema, and/or avocado. I was too famished after my walk to mess with it, so I just cubed up a whole avocado and added it over the hot stew, then squeezed in the juice of a lime. I think a little onion was missing, but otherwise this was incredibly satisfying and nourishing. The flavours were subtle and the pork very tender. The avocado broke down into the sauce and made it very creamy while the lime added a note of brightness.

I have enough for one more meal and I’m pretty sure I am going to hunt down the pozole lady on Wednesday. S says it’s 50 peso for a container of the stew and she usually gets four meals out of it!

A Long Beach Walk

S, one of my riding buddies, suggested we do a long beach walk today. We were originally going to make a full day of it by going to the Estrella del mar golf course (about 20 miles/32KM round trip), but she’s leaving this week and didn’t have time. Instead, she suggested we do the four hour round trip walk to ‘the washrooms.’ I’d heard about them as being the turnoff point for people driving the beach to get to town, but hadn’t seen them so I figured that was a good destination. Yes, walking to the bathrooms in the middle of nowhere. Do I know how to have fun or what?!

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These helicopters are scouting for tuna!

Very low in the sky.

Very low in the sky.

Very, very low!

Very, very low!

We took off barefoot at 10:30, with the tide starting to come in and just walked and gabbed and walked and gabbed till we got to the washrooms. They were open and I really needed to pee, so I decided to check them out. To my immense surprise, they were clean (albeit grungy), with paper, soap, water, and brand new seats! 😀

The waves were carving out the beach.

The waves were carving out the beach.

Bathroom oasis in the distance.

Bathroom oasis in the distance.

The walk back seemed quicker and the waves were really coming in fast and furious, nearly knocking us off our feet a few times. On the way in we had met a Mexican friend of S who explained that the waves get like this every year around this time and that it has something to do with the rotation of the earth. It happens between the end of March and the beginning of June and announces the start of the rainy season, although there’s always a few weeks reprieve before that happens. Fascinating! I love meeting people who have lived in a place all their lives and know the climate so well. So if what he said is true, I might have rain before I leave…

I love this grove of short and plump coconut palms.

I love this grove of short and plump coconut palms.

A few more high tides and this one will be done.

A few more high tides and this one will be done.

When S and I got back to the populated part of the beach, we ran into our horse guide, who greeted us with a big hug. We told him about our adventure and he laughed and called us his crazy Canadian gals for walking to a bathroom of all places for no reason but exercise. A lot of the Mexicans I’ve met don’t seem to get the idea of walking for the sake of walking and I wonder if that’s a cultural thing or if I just met a cluster of people who get enough exercise in their daily life to not need to seek it out.

It was a great walk, but the bit from the beach to home on the HOT sand was very ouchy! I could have put my flip flops in a backpack, but I really didn’t feel like carrying them. My feet are much tougher than they were when I got here, though.

I came in and took a shower to wash the salt and sand from between my toes, then made lunch. Which will be the subject of my next post later today since S brought me a Mexican delicacy!