Celebrate with Pozole

As I sat at the table surrounded by family members, I stared at the bowl full of hot stew in front of me. I looked around and could see adult family members enjoying this soup that was new and strange for me. As a kid, I was convinced it was one of those foods that only adults enjoy. My mom encouraged me to try it and with a deep breath, I grabbed my spoon and filled tiny drops of this broth. It wasn’t enough to get the full taste so I took another sip, this time filling the spoon. Instantly and unexpectedly, this dish named pozole had just become my favorite.

A bowl of prepared red pozole.

The fact that it was a popular dish in our Mexican culture had me confused as to why it took seven years for my mother to introduce this dish to me. I even felt a little resentment that I was not told about it a lot sooner. From then on, I had pozole as many times I could with the belief that I would be making up for all the times I missed out on it. My mom then started making it on my birthdays and soon, it became a necessary tradition for me to celebrate each year. My most memorable birthday with pozole was when I turned 15. It was a rainy day in February during my freshman year in high school as I walked home from school cold and soaking wet. I tried my best not to allow the weather to literally “rain on my parade”. As I opened the front door to my house, my cousin stood in front of me holding pink and purple balloons as I heard my mom and friends yell, “Happy birthday!” The smell of pozole instantly filled my nose and convinced me my birthday was in fact, not ruined at all.

From then on, whenever the topic of pozole was brought up between me and my friends, I would argue that my mother’s pozole was the best and that no one could top hers. Of course, my friends felt the same about their mother’s pozole and would argue the same. To settle this debate once and for all, I would invite my friends over for pozole whenever my mom made it. My friends would always ask, “What’s the special occasion?” since pozole is usually known to be served during celebrations but at this point, my mom was making it “just because”.

Once, I attended a friend’s birthday party where pozole was served. People around me saw that I was hesitant to try it as I only trusted my mom’s pozole. They tried convincing me it was delicious. To my disappointment, it wasn’t as great as my mother’s but I held back from arguing to avoid being rude and so I politely agreed. Ever since I have not tried other people’s pozole except for my mother’s. There was an exception though when my boss had someone make all the employees pozole as a gesture of gratitude during the week of Christmas. As much as I hate to admit, that pozole was better than my mother’s that I did not bother telling anyone that this pozole was better. This pozole was different though: it was green as opposed to my mother’s whose dish was red because of the sauce she used. I was amazed that there were other kinds of pozole! This green version of my favorite dish instantly took me back to 1st grade when I had just finished reading Dr. Seuss’ “Green Eggs and Ham.” I had begged and convinced my mom to make me green eggs and ham at the time. Unfortunately, she can’t make me green pozole since she doesn’t know how to cook it.

Green pozole.

Although pozole is a popular Mexican dish served on special occasions, people still enjoy it on any typical day. If you’re lucky enough, you may even have a Mexican restaurant nearby that serves pozole freshly made on weekends. Usually Sundays after church many Mexican families go out to eat it. Sundays also became the time of the week that my aunts, uncles, and cousins would go over my Abuelita’s house to enjoy a bowl. I would wake up to the smell of pozole as it filled the house with its scrumptious scent. The smell was the best thing to wake up to.

The table was covered and full of napkins, soda, bowls, cups, tostadas, condiments, and of course, loved ones. It always seemed that we did not have enough chairs for everyone because of how crowded it was with family members. So, when one person was done eating, he or she would offer their seat to someone who was standing. Usually, the kids would sit at the same table in order to allow the adults to sit together and chat away. Even little cousins who were picky eaters liked pozole and would always ask for seconds. Our neighbors from different races and ethnicities would enjoy it as well. Every time pozole was made, we would invite them over or send some their way.

Table with pozole and garnishes.

As I got older, I realized soon my mom would not be able to cook pozole when she got as old as my grandmother who couldn’t cook pozole at her current age. I never learned to cook, not even my favorite dish. I was worried that my family’s recipe would be gone if I didn’t learn. So, at Christmas of 2019, I learned how to make my very first dish. It was easier than I thought but my mother made it difficult with her style of teaching. You see, most Mexican mothers do not use measurements when cooking. When explaining how to make something, they will always say to just “tanteale” which means to put however much of an ingredient you think is needed to cook the dish well. My mother explained to me that “you just feel it”. Since I never cooked in my 27 years of life, it was hard to sense when enough was enough but I managed to pull through. I was proud of myself for making a decent pozole that tasted very similar to my mom’s. I also felt relief knowing that I got the recipe down to pass down to our family’s future generations.

The History of Pozole (Warning: Not for the Weak Hearted)

The only thing I knew about pozole was its delicious taste, but I learned that there is more to it than just that. The term pozole comes from Nahuatl words such as pozole, pozolli or pasole. These words mean foam and it refers to the foam that is made when cooking pozole. In pre-colonial times, Aztecs were one of the many indigenous people of Mesoamerica that cooked pozole. Just like today, the Aztecs cooked pozole to celebrate special occasions such as a celebration for their god, Xipe Totec, who is said to have fed his first people with his own flesh. Because of this, Aztecs included a very unique ingredient in their pozole: human meat! Prisoners and slaves were sacrificed to obtain their flesh. When Spanish conquistadores arrived, they did not allow the practice of their cannibalistic rituals, so the Aztecs started substituting their human meat for pork or Xoloitzcuintles meat, a famous Mexican dog (sounds a little bit better than human meat, right?). Ok, but let’s not let these historic details keep us from enjoying a bowl of my mom’s pozole. Below is her recipe, human-meat free (insert sigh of relief here).

Ingredients

 Go to your nearest grocery store and get:

  • 1 can of white hominy
  • 2 lbs. of pork neck bone
  • 2 lbs. of pork shoulder chunks
  • 15 California chili pods
  • 1 head of garlic
  • 2 large onion
  • Salt
  • Radish
  • Lemons
  • Bag of tostadas

 

Recommend popular hominy that is commonly used in pozole.

Chili Sauce

First, you’ll need to make the chili sauce. My mom likes to make red pozole so this red sauce will help do just that. Devein the California chili pods. You can do this by using a knife to cut down the middle and scoop out the seeds using a spoon. Next, you’ll want to rinse the chili pods and soak them in hot water. Make sure to use enough water to cover all chili pods. Once they become soft, blend the chili pods in a blender with the garlic and 1 chopped onion.

Pozole

Fill a pot with 1/3 of water and bring water to a boil. While you’re waiting for the water to boil, rinse all of the pork meat and hominy. Add chili sauce, meat, and hominy once the water is ready. Don’t forget to add salt, (“tanteale”) and put as much salt as you’d like to achieve your desired flavor. Leave the stove on High and cook for 2-3 hours. Cut radish, cabbage, onion, and lemons and add to your bowl of pozole. Top off pieces of tostada with pozole if desired. Enjoy the smell of pozole as it fills your home.

 

 

Tostadas, cabbage, radish, and lime.

 

Prepare to join the debate of who’s pozole is better.

 

 

References:

Berkman, J. (n.d.). What Is Pozole? How to Make Delicious Mexican Corn Soup. Retrieved from https://blog.prepscholar.com/pozole-recipes

Cocking, L. (2017, February 28). A Brief History of Pozole, Mexico’s Take on Traditional Stew. Retrieved from https://theculturetrip.com/north-america/mexico/articles/a-brief-history-of-pozole-mexicos-take-on-traditional-stew/

Lopez-McHugh, N. (2012, May 21). Mexico On My Plate: Red Pozole and Its History. Retrieved from https://honestcooking.com/mexico-on-my-plate-red-pozole-and-its-history/

Mazatlan Post. (2018, July 17). Dark origin of pozole an emblematic Mexican dish. Retrieved from https://themazatlanpost.com/2018/07/16/dark-origin-of-pozole-a-emblematic-mexican-dish/

The sacred, religious, and cannibalistic origins of pozole. (2019, September 9). Retrieved from https://www.eluniversal.com.mx/english/sacred-religious-and-cannibalistic-origins-pozole

 

 

 

 

 

 

The day my life hit guac bottom…

The house that I grew up in had three trees: a guava tree, a lemon tree, and my favorite, an avocado tree. This tree was enormous and full of leaves that would provide cool shade during hot summer days but most importantly, it was full of avocados. My uncle, who was a father figure to me, installed my first swing on this tree. In the evenings, I would help him water all the plants and flowers around the tree. Our family would have many barbeques and sit under the tree. Whenever we had guests coming over to visit, it was easy to find our house because of our big avocado tree. Even though I lived in the busy side of the city, being under this tree made me feel like I was in a place of peace and tranquility.

Having a tree that produced something edible and so readily available for me was exciting and I felt like the luckiest little girl in the world! I remember using a long orange fruit tree picker to bring down the avocados which were my absolute favorite thing to do so that we could give them away. We were fortunate to have more than enough. I felt like I was doing hard work and a very important job at the time. We were saving people money, trips to the store, time, and maybe even their health as avocados provide good nutrition. Our tree would produce so many avocados that we would fill countless buckets of them. We had so many that we would give them out to anyone and everyone. People that walked by would ask us if they could get some and we would say, “Yes! Please take as many as you’d like!” and whenever we had guests, we made sure they’d go home with a bag full of avocados. Once, we even had a city inspector make a deal with us that if we gave him a bucket of avocados, he’d write off our citation ticket for having something in our backyard that needed a permit (I forgot what it was exactly).

Our avocados were a good size too; about the size of a softball! As I got older, I started noticing avocados were expensive at grocery stores but since I never had to buy any, it didn’t really bother me at the time. Then about 4 years ago, the unthinkable happened: I had to start buying avocado! Our tree was growing more and more and became a danger to anyone walking on the sidewalk as it was able to fall at any moment. I begged my grandma and the rest of my family not to cut it down because I believed my tree was anything but harmful. Of course, no one would listen and cutting it down was necessary in order to prevent harm. I always thought my personal giving tree would stand forever but after 30 years, it was finally gone.

I remember my grandma tried growing out another one and I would say, “It’s not the same. I don’t want another one. Plus, by the time it grows as big as the last one, I’ll probably be dead”. I was pretty bitter about it and so my grandma just decided not to even bother with planting a new one. Since we no longer had a tree that gave us free avocados, I had to start buying them which to me was so hard to process. I had been getting avocados for free for 20 something years and now I’m paying extra for “guac” at chipotle! It felt unethical to me almost as if the air was being sold to me. Then I’d go to grocery stores and find avocados that were not even half the size of my softball avocados. I would think, “You call this an avocado?!” To make matters worse, avocados seem to always be overpriced.  It’s still something that I’m struggling to accept but I love avocados and so I make the investment and buy them.

One of the main reasons I choose to invest in avocados is not only for their delicious taste but for their health benefits as well. When I started learning more about nutrition, I didn’t know there was such a thing as a “good kind of fat”. The avocado is the only fruit that contains good fat which is good for heart health. Avocados are also naturally free of sodium, sugar, and cholesterol. They can act as a “nutrient booster” by helping increase the way our bodies absorb vitamins such as A and D. Even babies can enjoy this nutritious food. Due to its creamy consistency, it makes the first fresh food for babies to try.

 

What I really like about avocado is that there are so many ways to incorporate them into everyday meals. Below, I have listed some meals that allow me to get creative with avocado:

  • Avocado toast
  • Egg omelets topped with avocado
  • Buddha bowls
  • Salads
  • and of course, guacamole!

 

These are just a few dishes that I enjoy eating as each bite takes me back to a memorable time in my childhood. My tree may be gone, but my love for avocado will always remain.

 

 

 

Sources:

https://www.californiaavocado.com/nutrition/nutrients

Let’s Taco ’bout it…

Hi, class!

My name is Crystal but some people call me “Cris” for short (I guess saying a name with 2 syllables is too much work?). I am currently a senior at CSUDH as an American Studies major. My last semester is Fall 2020. I am very excited to finally finish school as it has been a long journey for me. I’ve always worked at least two jobs and dealt with some health issues so I’ve had to take many “breaks”, some longer than others so this has prolonged my graduation date. For that reason, I am forever grateful for the IDS program as it fits my needs as a working adult. One thing I’ve learned though is we each go through our own journey and going at our own pace is A-ok! After all, life is a marathon, not a race, yet I know it can often feel that way sometimes. But really, who are we racing against and where is the finish line? Where is this ticking time bomb that if we don’t finish things in x amount of time it will suddenly go off and the world will end? The road to graduation can sometimes be challenging so with that being said, congratulations to everyone in this class for going to school, whether you’re graduating this semester or next year or the year after that. The point is, you each took the first step in obtaining an education and you will get there soon. It is happening already!

I’m not quite sure what I would like to be known for in this class but I always hope to leave a positive impression on others. As I’ve once read a quote from Maya Angelou:

“At the end of the day people won’t remember what you said or did, they will remember how you made them feel.”

I like this quote because I tend to say and do many silly, and sometimes embarrassing, things so I’m glad people will forget that for the most part (I hope). As for how I make people feel, it is my mission to achieve world peace by making others smile just like tacos make me smile.

Tacos are an extremely popular Mexican dish enjoyed by people of different cultures. It consists of a small round bread called a tortilla and is filled with diced meat. There are many toppings that can be added to a taco such as cilantro, onions, lemon, radish, and red or green salsa (choosing which salsa to add is the hardest part when making a taco).

Homemade.

From attending family parties with a taquero (and crying when I’d get there late as I missed out on those tacos) and going to the infamous King Taco Restaurant in East Los Angeles at 3 am with friends, tacos have played a significant role in my life. It has become part of my lifestyle especially since I live in Los Angeles where almost every corner has a taco stand. One of my greatest memories with tacos has been when I use to live in the dorms at another college and would make tacos with my floormates. Tacos really brought us all together as a family and having them homemade was the best since we often got sick of eating out (or having cup noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner).

I once attempted to make my own tacos and was nervous about it since I really don’t know how to make food. I decided to just go for it so I got in my car and drove to Whole Foods. I picked up some small gluten-free tortillas, “vegan” ground beef, onion, cilantro, and some already made salsa. I seasoned the vegan “beef” with pepper and topped it off with some lemon. Although these were not the “traditional” tacos, they were just as good as street tacos and were very beginner-friendly! Making these tacos have been one of my greatest achievements in life.