Susan, Javier and Carlie drove down to the island on the spur of the moment on Friday, so we had the usual good time on the beach. We met at the Taqueria San Juan, for breakfast. We ate there our first year down here, and weren't impressed. This time I loved it.
We sat outside and enjoyed the sun during the short wait for our food. My ice tea in a to go cup was huge, with lots of ice. The way I like it best. I ordered a Taquitio with eggs, potatoes, cheese and sausage. It was excellent. Ranch sauce added the final touch. I also had a pancake, as I have been craving them. Our zippy waitress, Sunshine, found the sugar free syrup for me.
Paul had his usual breakfast, eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast. He said it was good. Carlie had her usual, which I hardly glanced at, being busy with my own food. Susan had regular food like Paul.
Javier had minueto, which is spelled wrong and I can't even spell it close enough to find it on the internet. Baby Steff says it is spelled Menudo. He likes it soupy. He won't tell us what's in it. There were some very unusual shapes floating around in it. I did try the broth. Had a familiar flavor, but not a happy taste, but not nasty. Both he and Susan say this restaurant has the best version of this dish. I was glad to taste it there. The waiter asked him if he was hung over, because most anyone that orders it is. Javier translated for us. Always good to have a translator.
So then we went to the IGA and got supplies for a dinner at their friends house tonight. Then off to a great day at the beach. Had to slather on the sun screen as it was very sunny. The ocean was pretty calm, a great day for walking. And the sea weed is gone again. There was just a little left over high on the beach.
Moe stopped by at the beach and we gave him the ribs and beans, etc. for dinner. Which turned out good, and their condo/town house was darling. Mostly they rent it out. But not much in the winter.
We sat outside and enjoyed the sun during the short wait for our food. My ice tea in a to go cup was huge, with lots of ice. The way I like it best. I ordered a Taquitio with eggs, potatoes, cheese and sausage. It was excellent. Ranch sauce added the final touch. I also had a pancake, as I have been craving them. Our zippy waitress, Sunshine, found the sugar free syrup for me.
Paul had his usual breakfast, eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast. He said it was good. Carlie had her usual, which I hardly glanced at, being busy with my own food. Susan had regular food like Paul.
Javier had minueto, which is spelled wrong and I can't even spell it close enough to find it on the internet. Baby Steff says it is spelled Menudo. He likes it soupy. He won't tell us what's in it. There were some very unusual shapes floating around in it. I did try the broth. Had a familiar flavor, but not a happy taste, but not nasty. Both he and Susan say this restaurant has the best version of this dish. I was glad to taste it there. The waiter asked him if he was hung over, because most anyone that orders it is. Javier translated for us. Always good to have a translator.
So then we went to the IGA and got supplies for a dinner at their friends house tonight. Then off to a great day at the beach. Had to slather on the sun screen as it was very sunny. The ocean was pretty calm, a great day for walking. And the sea weed is gone again. There was just a little left over high on the beach.
Moe stopped by at the beach and we gave him the ribs and beans, etc. for dinner. Which turned out good, and their condo/town house was darling. Mostly they rent it out. But not much in the winter.
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Menudo:
In pre-revolutionary Mexico, poverty among the campesinos was chronic, and little if anything that might be prepared as food was left to waste. Usually, the best cuts of meat would go to the hacienda owners while the offal went to the peasants. These leftovers consisted of organ meats, brains, head, tails, hooves, etc. As cattle and sheep are ruminants that require lengthy intestinal tracts to digest their diet of grasses and raw seeds, the stomach is one of the largest pieces of offal available from these animals.
Yum!!
Also, a latin boy band from the 70's.
thank you baby girl. You learned a lot in Spanish class.
We had neighbors in El Paso who ate that stuff. Well, the husband did, but not in the house...
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