The Mexican Woman
The Mexican woman reacted to the suggestion as if she had been preparing for some time. She seemed to have filled a large stainless bowl with organic corn masa and started to run water in it before the end of the question had been posed. She had the flat cakes on the stove in subnano time.
If you have stood watching in fascination as a Latin American woman makes tortillas by hand you understand the vital good of the product and that the making of them is a history lesson, a spiritual act and a sporting event rolled into one.
Rosa has been cleared to make tortillas. The Farmer and The Cook might soon be known as El Sembrador y La Cocinera.
You could lay responsibility on Robert Garcia, Doc Chocolate as he is sometimes known hereabouts. Master of Mole. Put an accent on that e, please and pronounce it. Robert comes to work not with an ingredients list but a farm plan. We should make him work in his own room. Everybody wants to stand around and watch El Artiste. And that's just the Hetero Men.
We will have planted seeds for 2000 chile plants by the end of this week and plan on plenty more. The Ancho, The Guajillo, The Jalapeno, the Nueveo Mexicano: We are going spice. We got your epasote, your cilantro and oregano up. The tomatoes are alive.
We are staying with the pizzas, the pastas and the ensaladas. We have musical evenings on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Damian Rice came up with his friends last weekend. He did not play. He wanted to enjoy the local scene, the Fritta Mixta, the Fettucine al Ajo, have some wine. We did a good job of ignoring him. Emy Reynolds did not. She was on stage at the time. She later said she has a Damian Rice poster in her bedroom. That must have been sort of buzzy.
Oh yeah. We are going to have a big music festival at the farm on the 20th of April, EARTHDAY. 10-7. Hope you can come. Olivia is planning her menu. Its going to be legit.
See you at THE FARMER AND THE COOK
call for reservations: 640-9608
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Comments (9)
I talked to Damien Rice at marshall's bodaeous bar-b-que in ventura!! He loves marshall's baby-back ribs Sorry Suza!!!!!
Comment #1 Posted by: boots o' spanish leather | March 2, 2008 05:13 PM
Hey "boots," thanks for your consideration of my viewpoint.
I Googled "baby back ribs" to find out what they are:
"meaty pork ribs cut from the lower back rib section."
Now I remember eating them as a child and how delicious they were! But once I had a look inside the pork industry and saw the metal crates with pigs frantically rubbing their snouts back and forth across the metal bars and repeatedly trying to bite their way out, I could no longer eat these creatures, whose flesh probably tastes very much like human meat.
Did you ever see the movie "Driving Miss Daisy?"
There is a scene where Miss Daisy accidentally kills the wife-beating husband. The women "hide" the body from the sheriff by serving him the "meat" each time he comes to dine at their restaurant.
Whether pig meat or human meat, the truth is:
"THE SECRET IS IN THE SAUCE!"
Comment #2 Posted by: Suza | March 3, 2008 08:16 AM
Suza,
In your description of "baby back ribs" I noticed you left out any mention of the "baby" part. Where does that fit into the picture?
I wonder how Rosie and Tillie feel about the concept of "baby back ribs"?
Comment #3 Posted by: snarky commenter | March 3, 2008 08:23 AM
Good question. I will ask Rosie and Tillie and get back to you. (They are busy today working on their forthcoming Spiritual Memoir."
One thing's for sure, the young flesh of most any species, including ours, taste better than tough old geezers.
In "Driving Miss Daisy," they had to stew the brutal husband quite a long time to get his meat nice and tender.
You should see the scenes of the sheriff smacking his lips as he digs into his dinner. When he compliments her cookin', Miss Daisy just smiles and says in her sweetest voice, "The secret is in the sauce..."
No lie!
I wonder what those baby back ribs taste like raw, without being smothered in "marshall's bodaeous bar-b-que" sauce"!
Comment #4 Posted by: Suza | March 3, 2008 08:55 AM
When he compliments her cookin', Miss Daisy just smiles and says in her sweetest voice, "The secret is in the sauce..."
This is from the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes" not "Driving Miss Daisy"
Miss Daisy never says the secret is in the sauce. Miss Daisy gets driven around by a black man and wears white gloves.
Nonsense...
Comment #5 Posted by: Driving Miss Daisy's Green Tomatoes | March 3, 2008 11:12 AM
oh suza! you such at stitch!!!
Comment #6 Posted by: Anonymous | March 3, 2008 11:21 AM
#5 you are so right, it is Fried Green Tomatoes! I stand corrected!
Both films featured the same lead actress, JESSICA TANDY.
I think I got the titles mixed up because the actress in Fried Green Tomatoes who plays the younger version of Jessica Tandy tells the sheriff that "The secrets in the sauce."
I LOVE that line!
Comment #7 Posted by: Suza | March 3, 2008 11:37 AM
Steve,
Is it true the music fest. will be 60's & 70's jam bands? Howard Freiberg style! Dancin' and rollin' in the mud like the old Hog Farm Shows!
Your friend...Jimmi
Comment #8 Posted by: Anonymous | March 3, 2008 01:15 PM
"We are staying with the pizzas, the pastas and the ensaladas."
How long will you be staying with them?
Comment #9 Posted by: Suza | March 3, 2008 08:43 PM