Mercados de Mexico

Mercados de Mexico, the Mega to the Mini…

One stop shopping at the Mega

One of our first stops in San Miguel was to stock up at the Mega, a gigantic supermarket where you can buy anything from “breads to treads.”   They sell imported foods from all over the world, prepared moles, fresh baked breads, a chicken chopped while you wait, or new tires for your car. You name it, they have it. You can even have your car washed while you wait! We spent two full hours here, mezmerized on every aisle.

Maximum use of space at the Mini Mart

If you prefer a more local, intimate shopping experience, this can be had on any corner. Just two blocks up from our house is this cornucopia of fresh produce. I thought the Korean Markets of New York made good use of space, but this tiny mini-market offers floor to ceiling fruits and vegetables.

But as for me, I am still partial to the Mercado Ignacio Ramirez, where you can buy all kinds of local produce, from cactus pears to roasting ears, right alongside the leather saddle shop. My favorite food stall is the one right across from the flower market. I love to sit on the rickety little stool and watch as this same man, year after year, cranks down on the arm of the juicer, one halved orange at a time, until he has filled my “gran vasa de jugo naranja naturale, por favor!” If I catch it at just the right time, he also has a hot platter of “milanesa de res,” round steak pounded thin and pan fried. This makes for one of my favorite, albeit a bit unconventional breakfasts!

"Jugo naranja naturale, por favor!"

Tianguis Orgánico, best place to see and be seen.

But the best look into the dichotomy of San Miguel life is the Tianguis Orgánico, or Saturday morning organic market. This weekly outdoor market is not only a photographer’s dream, but also epitomizes the “expat community” of San Miguel. It seems to bring out the yuppies and the wealthies who would otherwise have their maids doing their grocery shopping, were it not for the weekly “see and be seen” socializing opportunity as they jockey for position in front of the baskets of organic feel-goodness, all in the name of supporting the local farmer.

Delicate Squash Blossums make good quesadillas....

Conversations can be overheard across baskets of squash blossoms alongside boxes of worm compost, “Oh, I must get some of these orange donuts for my gardener!” It is a fascinating microcosm for people-watching as crowds of women in their white linen capri pants and wide-brimmed sun hats, sporting too much plastic surgery and turquoise jewelry, line up for baby greens with nasturtiums, something the locals across the table must offer in utter amazement.

And then there is Don and me……we don’t really fit into either group. As much as I enjoy the activity and seeing the local farmers flourish, it makes the socialist in me squirm to observe the dividing line of skin color across the tables of arugula and heirloom tomatoes.

Gorditas, hot off the grill...

All guilt aside, though, I do love sitting at the shaded picnic tables, watching the action, listening to the music, and eating the glorious food – Hot gorditas on the grill, choose your fillings. Homemade tamales of every variety, smothered in fresh guacomole and salsa. And fresh “aguas,” or waters made from fruits…papaya, mango, or my favorite, “Jamaica tea” made from dried hibiscus flowers.

Panama hat watching at Tianguis Orgánico

All in all, a fascinating way to spend a Saturday morning!

Photography and Food...

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Serendipitous San Miguel

As I mentioned in an earlier post, there are often little unexpected, serendipitous events happening here in San Miguel. The small, quaint ambiance of the city where most everyone strolls to their destination makes for many chance encounters along the way. Such was the case as I was walking home from lunch one day this week.

Don's "Milanesa Rez" at Carmen's

Don and I visited Carmen’s for lunch, one of his favorite restaurants from years before where you can get a nice hot lunch for under $4. I went for the Enchiladas de Pollo Verde, while he tried the Milanesa de Rez, or pan fried steak. Both were equally good, though as I always do, I had “plate envy” looking at this crunchy, golden steak.

After lunch, we parted ways, him on the way to the Ferretaria, or hardware store, while I was on my way back to work, when I passed a white haired couple talking beside a 1965 restored convertible candy-apple red Mustang. As I walked by, I remarked, “NICE RIDE!” The woman said, “You should get in, honey! Are you headed downtown? He will give you a ride!” She then went on to try to convince me that Colin, a retired, expatriated Brit was actually very harmless and safe. When I asked her why she wasn’t riding with him, she pointed to the front door of her boutique and explained that she could not leave, or she would, so I should take her place!

"Aaaahhh, Groovin down a crowded avenue..."

I figured riding in a convertible on cobblestone streets of San Miguel – how dangerous could it be, really? If the guy tried anything, I could always jump out! So I settled into the fine red leather seats, looked at the gleaming chrome trim on the dashboard, and waited with anticipation to feel the wind in my hair. Colin cranked up the volume on “California Dreaming” by the Mamas and the Papas, looked over at me in his best Austin Power’s accent, and said “I like 60’s music and 60’s women!” as we sped off, mufflers blaring and shocks bracing as the little red Mustang roared down the Ancha de San Antonio. It was a wild ride, as all the locals stopped and stared. And he even got me back to work on time! As he sped off waving, he said “I’m terrible with names, Love! If I see you in town, give me a wave and we will do it again!”

With a Union Jack sticker, Colin is San Miguel's "Austin Powers!"

Yet another serendipitous happening on the same day was the most enjoyable concert held in the theatre of La Biblioteca, where we sat on the front row next to a woman from Manhattan, Marie. We struck up a conversation and found out we had a mutual love for all things New York, as well as travel to some of our mutually favorite cities, Barcelona and Paris. Little did I know it would be the first of many conversations we would have as we headed off for a drink after the concert. Marie lives on the upper West Side, and does home exchanges with people all over the world. Wonder if I could talk her into a “home exchange” in Venus, TX?  Funny ha ha!

Sergio Basurta and his angelic harp

The concert was a little slice of heaven, as the solo performer, Sergio Basurta, played folk songs, Flamenco guitar, and harp music from Latin American countries. His passion for his music was palpable, as he brought forth angelic sounds from the strings of his instruments, carefully explaining the origin of each song. The small, intimate venue of the library was like having a private concert, as we all sat on the front row, mesmerized by his melodies.

There is no “ordinary” day in San Miguel de Allende!

“Foodie” Blog???

This blog is rapidly beginning to sound like a “foodie” blog, but such is the nature of San Miguel. People come here to enjoy the cuisine, as there are over 60 restaurants in this small little town. You can get almost any type of food here, from Asian Fusion to the best Mexican Mexico has to offer. There is even a Longhorn Texas BBQ that some expatriated Texans say is better than Texas!

Cocina's floor to ceiling pantry

Just take a look at Michael’s floor-to-ceiling pantry, and it will tell the story that cuisine is an important part of the culture here. I have never seen this many spices assembled in one place.  Does your pantry contain avocado oil?  Or ”black cyprus flake salt?”  Nope.  Mine neither.

On one of Don’s walkabouts earlier this week, he found a “restaurant row” of sorts, a row of Mexico’s version of “fast food”….outdoor taco stands, chargrilled rotisserie chicken places, and a few street food vendors thrown in. We made it our mission to try to at least hit the highlights while we are here.

Don always brakes for grilled chicken!

Pork tacos, chopped to order

First up was the pork taco stand. There were three women running this little Mexican fast food; one to chop the slabs of pork, one to hand-press and fire roast the corn tortillas, and a third to bring fresh salsa, pickled jalapenos, and pico de gallo to the table. Having each ordered three tacos, we agreed we could have easily had a fourth, but decided to leave it at three, as that was all we could burn off on the walk home.

It had been a long day at work, so Donald whipped us up a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s to enjoy on the rooftop at sunset, while I made an antipasto tray of steamed artichokes, serrano ham, provolone cheese, and crusty bread to enjoy. The rooftop seems to have become our favorite of the many “chillaxing” spots here in the Casa de Cocina!

Rooftop Happy Hour

Work is Working!!

This would be my first attempt at staying connected consistently for an eight hour day to do my virtual job remotely, so I started the day with high anxiety. Failure would mean that I would soon be on the bus headed back to Texas, leaving Don here to soak up all the ambiance alone. I started off the day with two conference calls with India, the UK, and France, as well as a series of reports that were due. It didn’t take long to realize with a sense of great relief that thanks to my brothers diligent efforts and tireless tennacity, the set-up for work was actually WORKING! I could now relax and stay awhile!

View from the "library" where I have made my office

The office / library is an unbelievable place to work with a quiet, zen-like ambiance. I can’t remember a time when I was in a more pleasant atmosphere for working. Although I would much rather be out exploring the city, it is still enjoyable to be sitting in an office with windows that open out on a plant-filled courtyard, listening to a waterfall and a cacophony of birdsong.

The home where we are staying has a lot of open doors and alcoves, with a three story atrium covered by a glass skylight, so I was quite startled as I heard a fluttering noise overhead, and looked out the office opening overlooking the atrium to find a hummingbird inside, trying to escape through the skylight. Thankfully as I was trying to figure out a rescue solution (Can I trap him in the hammock??) he had flown back out the way he came. Hummingbirds are always so illusive; it was a unique experience to have to think about a rescue attempt!

Don and I planned to meet for lunch at 1:00pm on the corner near the Institute de Allende. I watched and waited anxiously, and when he hadn’t shown in 20 minutes, I grabbed some fruit and yogurt from the market and headed back home. Fearing heat stroke or something worse, I called his cell phone as soon as I walked in the door, only to hear him panting on the other line….his local cell phone was in the wrong time zone! We laughed at my ability to spend the morning on conference calls connecting to all points around the globe, yet we two could not connect a few blocks from each other!

La Posidita....restaurant with a view

What we missed for lunch, we more than made up for at dinner, visiting one of our very favorite spots, La Posidita, known equally for its food and movie set-like view. The outdoor restaurant at the top of two flights of stairs overlooks the cupolas of the historic Parroquia across the street. The food is excellent here, with freshly made guacamole, savory salsas, and frosted beer mugs. But the real draw is their authentic Pozole, or Mexican hominy stew, served with a round of accompaniments. Don has spent hours trying to perfect his own recipe, so La Posidita is always high on the priority list for at least one visit….more if time allows.

Don with his favorite Pozole

Fresh guacomole, made to order

La Parroquia, Neo-gothic church off the main square

No better way to walk off dinner than a stroll through the Jardin, or main square. It is off-season here in San Miguel, so the public areas have taken on a much different atmosphere than I have experienced on past visits during the holiday season when the sidewalks are overflowing with tourists. It is a quiet, sleepy setting with very few tourists, a few expats, but mostly local families milling about, socializing or enjoying an ice cream from the street vendors.

It was nice to discover the rooftop shower today. It is surrounded by a jungle of plants, so it affords at least some semblance of privacy, even in the great outdoors. There is no faster way to cool off on a 90 degree day than an outdoor shower! Even with nice, hot water, the cool breeze brings a bracing chill that is the next best thing to a siesta for us working folks!

Adios, Mis Amigos y Hola, San Miguel!

Don reassembles office pieces wrapped in plastic

Everyone was up early for Mike and Val’s departure for Italy. Once they were out the door, Don and I took a collective deep breath, then he went to work on my “virtual office.” After stringing a few miles of cords and a maze of routers, EUREKA!! We had contact! Now it was time to enjoy the remainder of my day off by exploring and reconnecting with the city we have both come to call our “ second home.”

 

UNESCO World Heritage Church

It is difficult to describe the ambiance of San Miguel de Allende. It is like a little microcosm of happy locals and expats living a life dedicated to artistry and culture. UNESCO World Heritage has protected the entire town as one of the greatest examples of 18th century Mexican Baroque. Following WWII, many of the GI’s came to San Miguel to study art on the GI bill, which became the foundation for the large expat community, as well as the focus on art and cultural events. Every day, there is some type of concert, poetry reading, or class taking place.

On our first “walkabout,” we went in search of the local newspaper, “Atencion!” and wandered through the square to check out what was new. It was comforting to see all the old favorites still there. The preservationists have done a really great job in concealing progress and preserving the ambiance of the city. There is a new Starbucks on the main square, but you really have to look to see the signage.

El Correro, near the Post Office

El Correro, a long-established restaurant across from the Post Office, translated into what I believed to be “The Letter,” however I wasn’t sure so I decided to Google it. I guess it is a sign of the times when the translator comes back with “The e-mail” instead! Regardless, it happens to be one of Don’s favorites because of their special side dish of fire roasted chipotle peppers. This was my first time visiting this restaurant, and I can see why it has long been a family favorite. Cute, quaint, and eyes-roll-back-in-the-head good food! We both had the Enchiladas Suisas, which tasted even better accompanied by the smoke flavor from the chipotles.

Enchiladas Suisas "before"....

.......and "After"

With no luck finding the local newspaper on the street, we made our way over to La Biblioteca, a well stocked library arranged in a fabulous old Spanish courtyard. This quaint library also contains a café, a theatre, and a large English section with travel guides, biographies, best sellers, and even a DVD rental. As I wandered the aisles enjoying one of my favorite smells, that of old books, I heard faint piano music wafting through the windows so I followed the sound, and came upon a young man wearing a fedora, practicing for his upcoming concert. I sat at a table covered in books filled with the art of Mexico while listening to him play, surrounded by beautiful books and murals on the walls. It was one of those serendipitous moments that seems to happen often in San Miguel.

Flowers in the local market

If you want to "eat from the earth," this is the place!

After a tour through the local market, it was time for happy hour, so I joined “Donaldo” (as Valarie calls him) on the rooftop. Mike and Val just finished a gorgeous seating area up on the roof where you can now lounge on cushions while watching the sun go down and the lights come up over San Miguel, so it was the perfect place to enjoy some of our “smuggled contraband” of red wine and French Papillion cheese with sourdough bread, along with some fresh artichokes that Michael had steamed for us before he left.

Don enjoys a little "imported" vino on the rooftop

It’s good to be alive in what feels like the Sultan’s Palace of San Miguel!

San Miguel Skyline from Rooftop

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Home Sweet Home, Version 2.0

Loaded in a taxi to maximum capacity, we arrived at Mike and Val’s front gate to open arms and the red carpet treatment.    After warm greetings and a few minutes to catch up, they announced they were throwing a party in our honor!    Although the last thing I wanted to do was be social after 22 hours on a crowded bus, in hindsight it was the best plan, otherwise we would have headed straight for the bed and crashed.

Michael's incredible "teaching kitchen"

They wanted us to have some local contacts while they were away, so they invited two of their closest friends, Michael, a writer from LA, and Holly, who moved to San Miguel 22 years ago to start a catering business.  Both self-proclaimed “foodies,” along with Michael’s penchant for out-of-this world cooking in his state-of-the art “teaching kitchen,” we knew we were in for a culinary delight!

Leftovers don’t look like this!

Indescribably delicious!

Michael claimed the reason for the dinner party was to “clean out his refrigerator,” yet the ingredients seemed perfectly paired as one by one, the scrumptious dishes appeared; citrus grilled chicken, braised Napa cabbage with black sesame seeds, roasted red and yellow peppers with caramelized onions, sautéed bok choy with cob-shaved sweet corn, roasted cauliflower with slivered almonds, and an arugula salad with bleu cheese and roasted beets.    Dessert was a warm brownie with pistachio ice cream, sprinkled with grated orange rind.  No other words to say but “Simply sublime!!”

It's all about the presentation...

The List of Lists

Gotta write it down or it's GONE!

We spent the remainder of the evening going over the many lists of “how to’s,” which include landscape love for about 100 tropical patio plants, the care and feeding of Oliver the Cat, and all the new “not to be missed” restaurants, gourmet shops, and hot spots in town.

After dinner, the kitchen now cleaned and quiet, Michael decides he has too much nervous energy before his trip to Italy the next day, so he whips up some petite tarts filled with homemade Moroccan tomato jam and cream cheese.  The man doesn’t stop!   But there was no staying awake any longer, as Don and I both crashed for a good 10 hours sleep.

What a welcome!

Ridin’ my thumb to Mexico….

 

Miles and miles of Mexican Two-Lane

Okay, maybe not my thumb, but definitely my rear, on a twenty-two hour bus ride on Transportes de San Miguel, bound for San Miguel de Allende.

Transportes de San Miguel bus station, Dallas

On one of my brother Don’s many trips through Mexico, he met a like-minded couple, Mike and Val, now living as expats in San Miguel.   Mike used to run culinary tours all over the world until they decided make their home, “Casa de Cocina,”  in San Miguel.

San Miguel Calling

The email arrived with the subject line, “San Miguel Calling.”  Mike and Val were on their way to Italy for a month.  They needed someone to house-sit while taking care of their cat, Oliver, and Don had drawn the lucky spot in rotation.   There wasn’t a question in my mind that I wanted to join him as San Miguel is one of my favorite destinations, but could I, with Don’s help, pull off working virtual for a month from Mexico?  Time would tell….regardless, it was worth a 22 hour bus ride to find out.

Testing My Nomad-ness

Having now moved twice since the “big move,” it didn’t take much prep to gather all the things I would need for Mexico.    The traditional packing was rote.  The office, on the other hand was high anxiety, making sure to carefully wrap each critical piece like a delicate jigsaw puzzle; router, cable, power cords, etc. etc. to insure safe passage on a very crowded bus to Mexico.

Frontera

Buses lined up at MX Customs as far as the eye can see

The border crossing was tense, knowing we were both carrying enough “contraband” to make any cocky custom inspector’s day, me with enough electronic equipment to start an import business, and Don toting caviar, rack of lamb, and ribeyes, smoldering in dry ice.   The line of buses went on as far as the eye could see, as we rolled up to the border crossing at 11:30pm, with no idea that it would be another four hours until we were rolling again!    Even the strolling mariachi man who boarded the bus to serenade us all while waiting had long gone home by the time we moved to the front of the customs line.

The Worst Kind of Red Light

The entire bus was required to offload all their belongings, some who looked like they should have used a U-Haul, yet each piece had to be manually hoisted onto the x-ray machine.  Don and I ended up at the end of the line, sweating it out as each passenger approached Mexico’s infamous red light/green light inspection system.  Green means keep moving, while “red means dread”…prepare for full inspection.  Of course, we got the red buzzer, but I guess being at the end of the line, the woman was too tired to probe too deeply.   The whole thing was surreal, as we stood and watched the woman raise the first layer of underwear, knowing just a few inches down was enough prime beef to feed her entire family for a week.  But we got the “onward nod,” and rushed back to our seats on the bus, realizing that we just had a big dose of luck dumped in our laps.

Getting that first breath of Mexican mountain air at San Luis Potosi

 

When Texas turns blue…

I always said “Texas has but two seasons; green and brown.” It would appear that I overlooked one –BLUE!

Field of bluebonnets near Ennis, TX

Wildflower Season in Texas

The delicate fragrance is glorious!The bluebonnets are early this year…very prolific. A local Ennis resident said she had only seen them this thick maybe three times in the last 23 years she had lived there. The field across from her front lawn looked like a solid blue carpet of flowers….

Somehow, I didn’t remember bluebonnets being so fragrant, but the aroma was wafting through the air so heavily that you could smell the perfume from the car with the windows rolled down.  Standing in the field of flowers reminded me of Dorothy in the “Wizard of Oz” skipping through the poppy fields.

I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. ~Henry David Thoreau

Bluebonnets tickle my fancy!

Thanks to the Ennis Garden Club for the excellent trail markers!

 

Taking of the Waters

 

Entrance to Hot Springs National Park

Traveling to Arkansas over the New Year holiday afforded me three milestones – visiting a state I had never been to before, seeing the Clinton Presidential Center, and crossing off another one of our great National Parks! After a couple of days enjoying downtown Little Rock, I made the hour drive toward Hot Springs. Continue reading