MADE: Burritos de Frijoles

I’ve mentioned on the blog before that what most Americans consider burritos, I consider something else entirely, but the other day a friend of mine shocked me. He said that he thought burritos were American because he’d never had one in Mexico (even though he’s spent time traveling there).

Suddenly, my mission was clear.

I’m here to set the record straight on burritos and to give everyone an opportunity to taste the truth.

The burrito was invented in my home state of Chihuahua, Mexico. Sources say it is from Ciudad Juárez. People say the best burritos in Chihuahua are from a small town called Villa Ahumada. (I don’t have a recommendation for where to go because there are so many vendors and restaurants that it would be impossible to rank them.)

When I explain burritos to my gring@ friends, I always start by saying that the burrito is a simple food. Equivalent foods are things like a grilled cheese sandwich or tomato soup. Sure, you can make those things fancier and more complicated, but the plain versions you grew up eating probably taste really good and comforting to you.

The key to a good burrito is good ingredients. If you have delicious beans and fresh tortillas, you don’t need anything else for a delicious meal. I promise. I actually have a theory that most U.S. burritos are compensating for their lack of quality with quantity.

So, what is a U.S. burrito? Usually the components are rice, beans (usually whole beans, which makes no sense), some type of meat, assorted vegetables, guacamole, salsa, sour cream, and cheese, all wrapped in a humongous tortilla. Sometimes this kind of burrito is called a Mission-style burrito, and it is said to have originated in San Francisco’s Mission District. When we were there this summer, Devin and I passed a restaurant that claimed to be the birthplace of  Mission style burritos, and I stood across the street shaking my head and muttering, “Esos ni son burritos” and “¿A quién se le ocurrió esa porquería?” until Devin dragged me away.

my nemesisA Mexican burrito by contrast has just two ingredients. A flour tortilla that is small (in comparison) and some kind of filling (the most popular is refried beans, but you could also have rajas con queso or a guisado of some kind of meat). Please note that burritos do not have beans AND meat. You have one or the other. Simplicity is key. You can top your burrito with salsa (the saucy Mexican kinds, not the chunky American ones) and/or cheese.

An important note about cheese: yellow cheese is not Mexican. I don’t know who created the “Mexican shredded cheese blend,” but it is a lie. In Chihuahua, the best cheese is Asadero made by Mennonites. I wish I could give you some, but they don’t export it. I recommend a white cheese like Queso Chihuahua, Monterey Jack, or Daiya Mozzarella shreds, which are vegan and I really love.

When I had the conversation I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I realized that I should share a recipe for a good bean burrito. That way everyone can taste what it’s like. Bean burritos are inherently portable because refried beans stick to the tortillas, so this recipe is especially handy if you’re looking for a grab-and-go food.

Someday soon I will share my recipe for beans from scratch in a post entitled Beans From My Mothers, but I wanted to make this recipe as easy as possible, so I went to Trader Joe’s because they have stores all over the U.S., and some of their Mexican food is really good. (The frozen tamales they sell are imported from Mexico, and they’re delicious!)

Burritos de Frijoles

The ingredients are flour tortillas, a can of refried beans, and salsa verde to serve on the side. I didn’t get cheese because I usually don’t put cheese on my burrito, but see above for cheese recommendations.

ingredients My aunt Menry taught me to put little can of salsa casera in beans before refrying them, which gives them a great flavor. These beans from Trader Joe’s approximate that flavor really nicely (ignore the low-fat thing; I would never feed you “diet food,” but these are really good and there’s no full-fat equivalent).

Here’s what you do:

1. Heat up the beans on the stove or in the microwave. Make sure to stir and heat them thoroughly.

2. While the beans are warming, heat up the flour tortillas one or two at a time on a comal or a pan on the stove. Flip them to make sure they get hot on both sides. Make sure to wrap the hot tortillas in a kitchen towel, so they stay nice and hot while you finish heating rest. One can of beans is enough for a little more than half the tortillas in the package depending on how full you like your burritos.

3. If you’re using cheese, make sure to put it on the beans when they are piping hot. That way the cheese will melt. You can stir it in if you want to have the cheese melted throughout the beans or you can put it on top, or you can do both depending on how much cheese you want.

4. Scoop some beans on a tortilla, pour a little salsa on the beans, roll up, and enjoy!

bean burrito

MADE: Burritos de Frijoles

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Carrot

Today I fulfilled a long-held dream of mine, and I think it counts as community service? See, Madison public schools are celebrating Farm-to-School month on “Wisconsin Wednesdays”––the day of the week that school cafeterias serve locally-grown fruits and vegetables. I heard about the events and a call for volunteers to help out, possibly by dressing up as a fruit or vegetable. My initial reaction was, “Where do I sign up?” and that’s how I ended up in an elementary-school parking lot putting on a carrot costume.

“You don’t have to wear the costume,” the volunteer coordinator assured me, but I gave her my best are-you-kidding-I-can’t-wait look. Frankly, I was shocked I didn’t have to fight over the costume with the other volunteers.

portrait of the artist as a young carrot

It’s probably the closest I’ll get to celebrity-status, and I have to say, having experienced my lunch period of fame, I can see the appeal. As I walked through the cafeteria, kids yelled, “Look, a carrot!,” “Hey, carrot girl!,” “Can I hug you, Mr. Carrot?” and my personal favorite, “I love carrots!”

I also got to talk to some fans who asked me about all kinds of things, mostly pertaining to my brand (carrots). One kindergartener, however, asked a more philosophical question: “Why are you talking like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you talking like that? Like, with your mouth?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it before.”

This is why celebrities get media training.

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Carrot

Mexican Junk Food: A Primer

When I first took Devin to Chihuahua, he noted that my eating habits completely changed as soon as we crossed the border. “What do you mean?,” I asked between sips of my chamoyada, surrounded by empty candy wrappers and bags of chips.

“You eat a lot more junk food,” he responded.

I thought about it for a second and realized he was right, “That’s because U.S. junk food is so terrible.”

I don’t mean that it’s worse for your health or anything. It’s just so basic. When we cross the border I feel an overwhelming sadness for the millions of Americans who are deprived of decent junk-food choices. Sometimes (as recently as this week) I stand forlornly in the chips aisle scanning the shelves for something good before I walk away as the sad Charlie Brown song plays in the background. To be fair, the United States has made some progress (it’s a developing country). There are jalapeño chips and lime-flavored chips in a lot of grocery aisles and sandwich shops, but I fear it will be decades before we get lime AND chili flavors combined. And if I’m being honest with myself I have to admit a sad and scary truth: this country may never catch up.

When Devin and I went to Mexico this summer, I decided to do the world a favor by documenting some of the snack bounty my home has to offer. You already know I could go on and on about elote en vaso and chamoy, but this time I decided to stick to things U.S. readers might be able to find at Mexican-import stores because I am all about bringing the maximum amount of joy to the greatest number of people possible.

bag of cheese rufflesMy first piece of advice, should you find yourself in the glorious presence of Mexican snacks, is to forget EVERYTHING you know. Yes, this looks like an ordinary bag of cheese-flavored Ruffles, but I assure you it is not. While their U.S. counterparts taste vaguely like a cheesy dust, Ruffles de Queso taste like sharp cheddar and that sparkly sound magic wands make in cartoons. This is a great Mexican Junk Food 101 snack for those unaccustomed to spicy food (looking at you, Midwest).

Mexican snack cake (brand-name: Nito by Bimbo) on a store shelfI resisted trying this snack cake for a long time because the branding for it is questionable at best, but I tried it this summer, and it’s delicious. Unlike most snack cakes, the cream filling is chocolate, not that weird overly-sweet whipped cream stuff you might expect, and the chocolate icing has a sugar crystal texture that contrasts perfectly with the softness of the cake. I packed a lot in my suitcase. They are all gone. Send provisions.

Fuego-flavored Chip's brand chipsI know what you are thinking: that apostrophe doesn’t go there! I know, I know, and your second-grade teacher would be so proud, but she probably never gave you a snack that tasted this good, which should be enough to make you question the entire educational system (#staywoke). Fortunately, in the past couple of years, Takis Fuego, a cousin of this chip has appeared in bodegas across Brooklyn (Queens already had them, and I bet the Bronx and Upper Manhattan were similarly ahead of the game. Also, those regions of New York City probably don’t have to deal with the onslaught of different artisanal mayo stores popping up, but that is a topic for a different day). Back to the chip at hand: imagine the flavor of Takis Fuego combined with the unparalleled crunch of kettle chips. It’s enough to make you want to add apostrophe’s to all the word’s.

Gansito snack cake

Gansito’s tagline is “¡Recuérdame!,” which translates to “Remember me!” but who could forget a vanilla cake topped with strawberry jelly and the tiniest bit of white cream wrapped in a beautiful chocolate coating and topped with chocolate sprinkles?  It’s unforgettable.

At this point you might be thinking, “But Kristy, I haven’t been training to subsist on junk food for the past 26 years like you! This is too much! My stomach hurts!”

Fine, go get yourself a green juice, ESPECIALLY if you are in Mexico.

Green Juice

You might be surprised to learn that your green juice doesn’t contain kale, but you’ll feel like a badass when you tell your friends in the States that you drank cactus.

Mexican Junk Food: A Primer

What I Want To Say

In my life I have seen women shamed for choosing to have an abortion, and I have seen women shamed for getting pregnant or having babies when they “weren’t supposed to.”

I have seen women shamed for having more babies than they can “afford” (as though a baby is a commodity!). I have seen women shamed for being “selfish” and choosing not to have children.

I have seen women shamed for working instead of “staying home with the kids.” I have seen women shamed for demanding that their unpaid labor is valued and compensated by the men who benefit from it.

It is obvious to me that our choices are always under attack.

I refuse to join the chorus.

What I want to say to the women in my life is this: I love you, and I trust you to make the best choices for yourself.

I know you can’t get pregnant by yourself, and I hope all your sexual experiences are happy, safe, and wanted.

I support your right to become a parent. I support your right not to.

I support your right to raise your children in a safe environment with access to food, water, shelter, and all the other things that all humans deserve. I support your right to live a happy life with family, community, and fulfillment even if you never have children.

Your life matters to me.

No matter what choices you make regarding your reproduction, I will never judge or vilify you.

I support you.

What I Want To Say

Una carta

escudo nacional de México

Este verano en México vi una pared que decía “México, me dueles te quiero. Corre la voz.”

Quise convencerme, pero nomás no pude. La verdad es que me dueles, México. Me dueles, pero aún así te quiero.

Te quiero porque tu música se me hace la más bonita y tu gente la más linda. Te quiero porque tu comida no se compara y tus hijos tienen el mejor sentido del humor. Te quiero porque eres hermoso, canijo.

Te quiero aunque tengas baja autoestima. Te quiero aunque te dejes mangonear. Celebro tu independencia aunque no te me haces muy independiente que digamos.

Te quiero, y por eso te aseguro que escribir esta carta me duele más a mí que a ti.

Te quiero aunque permitas que las empresas extranjeras se roben tu patrimonio y destruyan tu tierra sagrada.

Te quiero aunque nos maltrates casi a todos, pero en especial a los más pobres y a los más morenitos.

Te quiero aunque seas injusto y racista. Te quiero aunque no veo el fin de la corrupción.

Te quiero aunque permitas que La Inseguridad nos persiga a todos y atrape a muchos.

Te quiero aunque dejas a tantos tan desamparados que prefieren arriesgar la vida y dejarte en busca de la esperanza.

Te quiero aunque desaparezcas a tus propios hijos.

Te quiero aunque no sé cómo ayudarte.

Te quiero y me dueles, me dueles, me dueles.
Me dueles porque te amo.
Así de sencillo.

Una carta

Have a Grape Weekend/The Grape Conspiracy

Every year I resolve to figure out when grapes are in season, and every year I forget…until this year. 2015 is the year I finally learned that grapes are in season in the fall——more specifically, right now. September is peak grape time.  

 

I bought some Concord grapes the other day. They are so tiny and pretty that they look like props (see above).

Growing up I mostly ate the bigger variety of grapes, never these little ones, but the flavor reminds me of grape juice, which I did drink as a kid. 

That got me thinking about how grapes have been totally excluded from the juice hype. I never see grape on juice store menus or hear about it as part of a “cleanse.” It’s all kale, spinach, lemon, carrot, coconut, orange, apple. But grape is just as good as apple, right? 

Is there a big anti-grape conspiracy? Did we forget about grape? Most pressingly, should we bring grapes back?

Have a Grape Weekend/The Grape Conspiracy

MADE: Chocolate Raspberry Cake

On Wednesday, Devin asked, “How would you feel about hosting a birthday party on Saturday?”

And I said, “A birthday party?! For whom?”

He blushed and said, “Well…me.”

Oops.

In my defense, this was the day after I locked myself in the house because I couldn’t find my keys. Where did the keys finally turn up? My purse.

Right.

Clearly, I haven’t been at my brightest lately, but once I realized his birthday was Monday (that is, two days ago), I got excited, especially after he asked if I would make a cake. Contrary to what this post might suggest, I love celebrating Devin’s birthday. Last year we had a big brunch and then went roller-skating. One year I commissioned a piñata that was six feet tall. And the very first party we threw together was a ‘60s-themed birthday party for him.

At 20, I’d never baked a cake from scratch, but I had a vision of chocolate cakes in the shape of records, complete with grooves and those round LP labels on top. Luckily, I had a very generous friend named Alison who had baked me the best cake I’d ever had. That’s the cake I wanted to make for Devin, and Alison was so generous she even gave me the recipe.

The first time I baked it, it was really hard. I thought I would mess it all up, and every single one of my roommates had to help me (to bake and to stay calm), but in the end, we had record-shaped cakes, and everybody loved them.

This past Saturday I baked that cake again. I know I would have liked it for nostalgic reasons no matter what it tasted like, but I promise you, it tasted even better than I remembered. Plus, when I made it for the first time six years ago, Devin went to the store to get drinks and came back with the September issue for me. When I made it this year, Devin went out and came back with a piano. I’m sure my imaginary lawyers would totally advise against this, but I’ll just go ahead and say it: this cake is magic.

Chocolate Raspberry Cake with Chocolate Ganache Icing
(adapted from Vegan with a Vengeance by Isa Chandra Moskowitz)

Chocolate Raspberry Cake with Chocolate Ganache Icing

Ingredients

* 1 1/2 cups all-purpose white flour
* 1/2 cup cocoa powder
* 1 teaspoon baking powder
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 1/2 teaspoon salt
* 2 1/4 cups soymilk (or another type of milk)
* 1/2 cup coconut oil (or another oil)
* 3/4 cup raspberry jam or preserves
* 2 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
* 1 1/4 cups sugar
* 6 tablespoons margarine (or buttery spread of your choice)
* 10 ounces semi-sweet chocolate chips (1 cup and 2 tablespoons)
* Optional: fresh raspberries or sprinkles to decorate the cake

Tools

* 1 or 2 cake pans (I used two 8-inch pie pans because we hadn’t finished unpacking our kitchen, and they worked perfectly. You could also use one slightly larger cake pan and make a single-tier cake)
* 1 small bowl
* 1 large bowl
* 1 medium pot

Directions

1. First, make the ganache icing. It sounds fancy, but it’s ridiculously easy! Bring ¾ cup of soymilk to a low boil in a medium pot. Add the margarine and let it melt. Then, turn off the heat and stir in chocolate chips until smooth. Let sit for at least one hour to thicken. At that point, it should be easy to pour over your cake.

2. Next, get your cake materials ready! Preheat your oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, and grease your cake pan(s) with a little margarine or oil.

3. Mix your dry ingredients in a small bowl: flour, cocoa powder, baking power, baking soda, and salt.

4. Mix your wet ingredients in a large bowl: 1 ½ cups of soymilk, the coconut oil (make sure it’s liquid! If it’s solid, melt it in the microwave), ½ cup of the jam or preserves, the vanilla, and the sugar in a large bowl and mix. You can use an electric mixer or your muscles (I used just a fork and it worked perfectly). The jam should be mostly dissolved with the rest of the ingredients, but a few small clumps are okay.

5. Add the dry ingredients to the wet in batches and mix until everything is mixed together. If you’re going to use two pans, divide the batter between the prepared pans. Otherwise, pour it into one pan. Bake at 350F for 40-45 minutes, or until a toothpick or knife comes out clean. (I baked mine for exactly 41 minutes, so make sure you check it at 40!) Remove from oven and let cool in pans.

6. It’s time to put icing on the cake! When the cakes have cooled, spread one layer of cake with the rest of your raspberry jam or preserves. If you’re making a single-layer cake, just mix the raspberry jam with the chocolate ganache. The ganache should be the perfect consistency for pouring over the cake––my favorite way to spread icing on a cake because it’s easy and looks nice.

7. Decorate it to your liking! Raspberries on top look really pretty, but so would sprinkles or nothing at all––a chocolate cake is a thing of beauty on its own.

MADE: Chocolate Raspberry Cake

Hello, Wisconsin!

madison wisconsin lake at sunsetThe top two questions I’ve been asked since leaving New York are “How’s Madison?” followed by “What do you mean you’re not in Madison yet?!” so I thought I’d let everyone know that we made it! I got here the day before yesterday, and so far these are the things I’ve done.

DAY ONE

On Monday I walked around with Devin looking for a place to eat before realizing that every restaurant near our house was closed for Labor Day. Luckily, Devin had a little food in our house, so we decided to pack up some sandwiches and eat by one of the lakes. The picture at the top was our dinnertime view.

DAY TWO 

I heard about a monthly meet-up for bloggers, small-business owners, and creatives called #TuesdaysTogether hosted by The Rising Tide Society through Instagram, and it just happened to be yesterday. I can’t say I wasn’t intimidated by the thought of walking into a room without knowing anybody (I may have considered skipping it to go to the Trader Joe’s across the street). But thankfully, everyone I talked to was really nice and made me feel welcome––so welcome, in fact, that I wasn’t even that bummed when I tried to go to Trader Joe’s afterward only to find out it was closed. (I love Trader Joe’s, remember?)

DAY THREE

That brings us to today, the day I locked myself inside my own house.

No, no, don’t worry, you don’t have to call 911 or anything. I know my keys are in here somewhere, but I can’t find them, and if I leave, the door will lock behind me. And today just happens to be Devin’s busiest day, so he won’t be home until 8. I’d planned on going grocery shopping because our fridge is almost empty at this point, so I was starting to feel sorry for myself, until I remembered I could find restaurants and order food online. (Mandatory moment of silence to contemplate the magic of the internet.)

OK, I’m going to eat dinner and watch something online, but I just wanted to say one more thing: if you’re starting something new this fall, I’m right there with you and sending you good vibes. (Imagine I just sent you 100 flexing bicep emojis because that’s what I’m doing in my heart.)

Hello, Wisconsin!

Enormous Eye

A few weeks ago I was asked to chronicle my Saturday for Enormous Eye, “a website that watches writers watch their days.” It was one of the most surprising assignments I’ve ever done, not only because I’d never noticed my life in such detail before, but also because who knew my family was that cheesy? I only had one day to type up my notes and submit, but when I reread it I could hear an angry editor, played by Danny DeVito in a crumpled shirt, burgundy tie, and suspenders, smoking a cigar and yelling at me to “Tone down the cute! You think any reader’s gonna buy this? It’s just not believable!!!” I know the publishing industry isn’t run by sweaty, angry men anymore (especially on the ‘net), but I like this daydream a lot, especially the part where I sternly yet respectfully respond, “I’m sorry, Mr. Editor Man, but I refuse to edit the truth” and walk out clutching my manuscript while wearing big glasses with thin brown frames á la Ms. Geist in Clueless.

You can read the full post here, and here’s a photo of my beautiful Chihuahua taken that morning.

Enormous Eye

Style

Sometimes I write down fragments of conversation to remember. This one’s from Portland in June. Jill, Tasha, and I have been friends since 2007, and the night this happened we had just reunited (a few days before Jill’s wedding!) so I have a picture to go with it from that very night.

Side note: even though Devin and I have been married for two years, I think it’s so weird that my friends are starting to get married. Like, are we old enough for this? What’s next? Saving for retirement? Budgetting? MEAL-PLANNING? Okay, fine, meal-planning sounds a little bit interesting but only because I always almost weep when I have to get rid of another wilted bunch of cilantro.

Jill, me, Tasha
Jill, me, Tasha

Me: I just haven’t changed at all.

Jill: Well…your style’s changed. When I met you, you had those bangs.

Me: But I also had those bangs a year ago.

Jill: Yeah, I guess your style doesn’t change. It just cycles.

Tasha: I always have bangs.


Style