[DoomsDave]

I got this off a friend who lives in Tijuana, whose wife is from Jalisco State in Mexico and from whose mother he got the recipe and passed it along to me.

INGREDIENTS
5 pounds pork stew meat, fat cut out as much as possible
5 - 7 Chile pasillas, charred and steamed with skin, and stems removed
1 medium to large white or purple onion, skinned and cut into eighths
6 - 12 cloves of garlic, peeled
Salt to taste
Black pepper to taste (use sparingly) a quarter teaspoon to start
Powdered thyme, marjoram or rosemary ( or use all three, half a teaspoon of each)

PROCEDURE
Put pork stew in a pot, preferably cast iron or similar, cover with water and boil, then, stirring, brown the meat, which takes a while.
Keeping an eye on the meat pot, put the peeled chiles, onion, garlic and spices into a blender, with enough water to blend to a dark green paste.
When pork in the pot is browned as you like, pour in the paste, let cook till the extra water evaporates and serve with white rice (basmati is da bomb) or use as individual appetizers by sticking those little tinselly harpoon thingies in the meat pieces. Can even be eaten cold.

 

[Wooleybooger]

That looks familiar. My big Mexican cookbook has recipes from many areas of Mexican. Agree on the basmati rice, it's da bomb. That is my go to rice, I do keep Arborio for risotto.

 

[Colbyt]

Looks like my local options for those peppers is limited. Any substitutes?

Compared to canned green chilies what the heat index?

 

[Wooleybooger]

Looks like my local options for those peppers is limited. Any substitutes?

Compared to canned green chilies what the heat index?

You might try ancho chilis.

 

[Wooleybooger]

The title of this thread made me think of a salsa recipe I saw once. It was Salsa de Uña also known as Mother in Law sauce because it "bites" him a lot.

 

[mouser868]

Glad he didn't cook the mother in law

 

[Wooleybooger]

Glad he didn't cook the mother in law

Actually I believe it was in Diana Kennedy's The Art of Mexican Cooking. She was the wife of the British ambassador to Mexico and gathered recipes from around that country.

 

[tadghostal]

Like Wooleybooger - This looks awfully familiar (but not in a bad way). Gonna try it out - my mouth was watering before finishing reading.

Also - ever had Texmati rice? Like it sounds - Basmati+Texas long grain rice. Really good. I'm a bit partial to it because I spent many a winter night rabbit hunting in those rice fields

 

[DoomsDave]

Like Wooleybooger - This looks awfully familiar (but not in a bad way). Gonna try it out - my mouth was watering before finishing reading.

Also - ever had Texmati rice? Like it sounds - Basmati+Texas long grain rice. Really good. I'm a bit partial to it because I spent many a winter night rabbit hunting in those rice fields

Glad to hear you like the recipe!

It is good; gonna whip some up when I chew through my vast stockpile of other foods . . . . or maybe take some as canapes to a potluck, with Donna Reed Harpoons in the pieces.

I thought Texmati was basmati rice raised in Texas, near Beaumont. Apparently the company tried to patent basmati rice, even though it was grown in India and Pakistan for centuries.

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Bet those bunnies were nice and fat in the rice fields . . . .

 

[DoomsDave]

Looks like my local options for those peppers is limited. Any substitutes?

Compared to canned green chilies what the heat index?

You might try ancho chilis.

What ever you do, go for mild green chiles. I think pasillas and anchos are synonymous but I'm not a laureate in the ways of chiles.

What I do know is that if you use too-hot chiles for this, it amps up the pepper and other spices. I used jalapeños once, it was like blazing inferno across the tongue, too spicy to stand.

 

[Wooleybooger]

I thought Texmati was basmati rice raised in Texas, near Beaumont. Apparently the company tried to patent basmati rice, even though it was grown in India and Pakistan for centuries.

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Bet those bunnies were nice and fat in the rice fields . . . .

Texmati rice is a hybrid of Basmati and long grain. I prefer Basmati from India.

 

[Wooleybooger]

The pasilla is the dried form of the chilaca chili pepper. The ancho is the dried form of the red ripe poblano pepper.

 

[tadghostal]

Glad to hear you like the recipe!

It is good; gonna whip some up when I chew through my vast stockpile of other foods . . . . or maybe take some as canapes to a potluck, with Donna Reed Harpoons in the pieces.

I thought Texmati was basmati rice raised in Texas, near Beaumont. Apparently the company tried to patent basmati rice, even though it was grown in India and Pakistan for centuries.

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Bet those bunnies were nice and fat in the rice fields . . . .

That's it. I'm from Beaumont. My understanding was that it was a hybrid like Wooleybooger said. I still like it but it's a bit on the expensive side. Basmati is my go-to these days

 

[Colbyt]

So back to the original post.

Would anyone care to estimate how cups or parts of a cup or a gram or ounce weight "5 - 7 Chile pasillas, charred and steamed with skin, and stems removed" makes?

considering our crappy local supply I will probably use something from a can. Lazy cook.

 

[DoomsDave]

So back to the original post.

Would anyone care to estimate how cups or parts of a cup or a gram or ounce weight "5 - 7 Chile pasillas, charred and steamed with skin, and stems removed" makes?

considering our crappy local supply I will probably use something from a can. Lazy cook.

Good question! Next time I make some I'll measure it.

It'll provide a nice excuse to whip up a batch . . . .

 

[DoomsDave]

That's it. I'm from Beaumont. My understanding was that it was a hybrid like Wooleybooger said. I still like it but it's a bit on the expensive side. Basmati is my go-to these days

Ah, Beaumont, Texas!

I'll share (burden?) memories.

Back in 1979 I went to Arizona, but stopped in Corpus Christi Texas and decided I liked it there better. I was young and dumb and things didn't work out well, and I wound up having a car wreck in Houston (insurance paid! Like a good neighbor . . . ) and tried to drive home, starting out on the I-10 east of Hugetown in April of 1979. In my trusty '65 Pontiac Le Mans, with my kitty cat, Panintheass. (Or, "Dummy" to the easily offended.)

In that part of Texas, it rains for 40 days and 40 nights, more or less constantly in the spring.

Alas, didn't get too far; car broke down on the berm of the highway. I'll never forget how the land on either side of the interstate was flooded as far as the eye could see, with oil pump-thingies here and there. Snakes crawled up onto the berm, and I'd run over a number of them coming to a stop.

A young guy rescued the kitty and me. He summoned a tow truck with his CB radio and I signed over my now-dead car to the driver and he hauled it off. The young guy put me and the kitty into his car and we went to Winnie, where he lived with his girlfriend in this apartment building on stilts. Don't remember his name, but he looked exactly like a young Hank Williams Jr. and he played trucker songs on his eight-track (I remember "Giddy Up Go" in particular). The water was high, but he could still drive through it - swoooshh - mile after mile. He was 20 and biding his time till he could be a trucker like his older brothers (you needed to be 21). He and his girlfriend drove me to Beaumont, where I stayed in a motel (kitty and all) and caught a cab to Beaumont's airport.

Part of what made it a bit more of an adventure than expected was the fact that United Airlines, which pretty much dominated air travel in the eastern U.S. (air travel was on the eve of de-regulation at the time) was having a bitter pilots' strike, and so other airlines were trying to fill in the breach, though not very well. Kitty got packed into a carrier, my tools got wrapped and stuck in a box and off they went in the hold of the next jet to Atlanta, and me in the passenger cabin. It was a long wait for a plane from Atlanta to Cleveland. Kitty and tools got to Cleveland long before I did.

Thank you Mr. Trucker-to-Be in Winnie, Chambers County, Texas! I dearly hope things went well in the ensuing 43 plus years. Hope you and your lady got married and enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) a long happy life together. Probably retired (or close) by now.

 

[tadghostal]

Ah, Beaumont, Texas!

I'll share (burden?) memories.

Back in 1979 I went to Arizona, but stopped in Corpus Christi Texas and decided I liked it there better. I was young and dumb and things didn't work out well, and I wound up having a car wreck in Houston (insurance paid! Like a good neighbor . . . ) and tried to drive home, starting out on the I-10 east of Hugetown in April of 1979. In my trusty '65 Pontiac Le Mans, with my kitty cat, Panintheass. (Or, "Dummy" to the easily offended.)

In that part of Texas, it rains for 40 days and 40 nights, more or less constantly in the spring.

Alas, didn't get too far; car broke down on the berm of the highway. I'll never forget how the land on either side of the interstate was flooded as far as the eye could see, with oil pump-thingies here and there. Snakes crawled up onto the berm, and I'd run over a number of them coming to a stop.

A young guy rescued the kitty and me. He summoned a tow truck with his CB radio and I signed over my now-dead car to the driver and he hauled it off. The young guy put me and the kitty into his car and we went to Winnie, where he lived with his girlfriend in this apartment building on stilts. Don't remember his name, but he looked exactly like a young Hank Williams Jr. and he played trucker songs on his eight-track (I remember "Giddy Up Go" in particular). The water was high, but he could still drive through it - swoooshh - mile after mile. He was 20 and biding his time till he could be a trucker like his older brothers (you needed to be 21). He and his girlfriend drove me to Beaumont, where I stayed in a motel (kitty and all) and caught a cab to Beaumont's airport.

Part of what made it a bit more of an adventure than expected was the fact that United Airlines, which pretty much dominated air travel in the eastern U.S. (air travel was on the eve of de-regulation at the time) was having a bitter pilots' strike, and so other airlines were trying to fill in the breach, though not very well. Kitty got packed into a carrier, my tools got wrapped and stuck in a box and off they went in the hold of the next jet to Atlanta, and me in the passenger cabin. It was a long wait for a plane from Atlanta to Cleveland. Kitty and tools got to Cleveland long before I did.

Thank you Mr. Trucker-to-Be in Winnie, Chambers County, Texas! I dearly hope things went well in the ensuing 43 plus years. Hope you and your lady got married and enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) a long happy life together. Probably retired (or close) by now.

Wow. From the date, the flood, and the airline strike, I’m pretty sure this was Wednesday, or possibility one of the other days that end in “y”.

been to Winnie many times, which is saying a lot, considering there’s nothing there.

 

[DoomsDave]

Wow. From the date, the flood, and the airline strike, I’m pretty sure this was Wednesday, or possibility one of the other days that end in “y”.

been to Winnie many times, which is saying a lot, considering there’s nothing there.

Hmm. It was fate and happenstance that brought me to Winnie once; how'd you end up going there many times?

 

[tadghostal]

Hmm. It was fate and happenstance that brought me to Winnie once; how'd you end up going there many times?

By many I mean probably 5 or 6 times before the age of 18. Various reasons. Friends of friends, friends of family, etc. You know how it is as a kid. You get carted wherever your parents or older siblings go, and a few of those times it was Winnie 🤷‍♂️

 

[Wooleybooger]

That's it. I'm from Beaumont. My understanding was that it was a hybrid like Wooleybooger said. I still like it but it's a bit on the expensive side. Basmati is my go-to these days

Beaumont, passed through many times going east to various places in Louisiana. Also been through Bridge City to a welding shop in Vidor once. Only once because of that tall narrow bridge; I learned a different way after that time. Winnie coming back from New Orleans taking Hwy 90 for some idiot reason.