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Published: September 24th 2019
This morning we have a lovely breakfast in the hotel. I'm not really one for meeting random people that I'll never see again (Wilko is). I grudgingly spoke to Fred and Cheryl from somewhere in the US. Apparently neither of them like Mexican food but they've decided to visit Mexico to see how well the Mexicans do Italian food. Talking about food, Catherine has booked us into cooking class with Rupret's sister, Plina. We meet her on the terrace of her restaurant and then head into the food market. There is a lady out the front sitting on the ground selling herbs and vegetables. Becs trying to get a bit of colour asks Plina how far from the city she lives and how she gets in. She is quite fair way out so she catches a taxi in each morning and then depending on her day she either gets a taxi or a hire car home.
The market is interesting and it definitely makes a difference having a local. It brought back childhood memories as there are about 20 different types of choko. As I remember as a kid they taste like nothing so not sure how so many different
varieties help. I bought a bag of grasshoppers for the kids as I'm sure they'll love them. They are a little moister than I imagined and they have a grassy taste. Catherine reckons Customs won't be that keen but I am confident. Papaya/Paw Paw is also popular which is another thing that tastes like crap. Becs bought a chilli and worm powder which is all the rage in Oaxaca but I suspect it will taste like crap when we get it home.
We went back to Plina's apartment to cook. There are 7 of us in the class, two Americans from Sacramento which I gather is like permanently being at Woodstock and Daniel who is a nice bloke and seemed to really like Wilko. Unfortunately there were only female aprons which didn't entire suit me and Wilko. We cooked up a chicken mole, an ensalada and a dessert with guava. It tasted fantastic. We also knocked back a couple of Mezcal. Generally the afternoon was incident free until Plina set herself on fire. Wilko was quick thinking enough to put her out. before any serious injury occurred. But it just goes to show how important OH&S is.
The girls headed to the market after lunch and Wilko and I snuck off for a beer. There was a storm coming through. Reassuringly the waiters put the umbrellas done so they wouldn't get knocked over. Almost every afternoon it has poured for about 20 minutes.
For dinner we headed to Las Quince Letras which Becs pulled out of the Qantas magazine. It mightn't have been our best meal but I think it was pretty authentic. Becs and I got a mixed platter with Sopa, Tacos, Enschaladas and pork crackling. When we ordered white wine it was like it had never happened before and needless to say it was warm. Let's face it why would you chill wine when it's 35 degrees. To be fair everyone else seemed to be drinking beer or Mezcal. Oaxaca is the home of chocolate so I ordered Chocolate Tamal for dessert. It looked like dog pooh!
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