A tale of two Mexican dinners Pt. 2

Isn't it funny that K and I found ourselves at two separate Mexican dinners last night?! Mate, yours sound lovely. Piksticks don't work for me. My teeth are too close together (not freakishly so readers, I just can't get anything wider than floss in. I actually get compliments on my teeth so don't start picturing me as some sort of freak. Please).

Anyway, on to the dinner Russeth cooked for the family.

Menu
Let me remind you that this is not a competition, readers. But I do have to tell you what Russeth made.

Tortillas. These were beautiful. The proper corn flour makes them so fragrant and tasty. Apparently the other secret is to wrap them in a tea towel so they steam themselves, becoming all soft and delicious. These would have been the hero of the meal if there weren't so many other damn heroes fighting it out for supremacy.

There was a white fish in bits covered with almond meal, sesame seeds and paprika (THIS, I think, was the ultimate hero warrior), there was a very spicy delicious potato thing, slow cooked pork (cooked for hours in lard so it just falls apart), also Russeth made salsa verde (coriander, tomatillos, a whole lot of fragrant deliciousness), salsa rojas (so much chilli and depth), a delicious guacamole with tomatoes and coriander, red cabbage in lime juice, and some chopped tomatoes.


Shit. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. I think Russeth might have out done himself. (I don't know, he always puts on a pretty fine spread. Was this better than Sexico - his Mexican feast 29th birthday party? It's hard to say. I think maybe it was!)


Of course I made chocolate molten babycakes for desert.


All in all this meal was delicious. DELICIOUS!

Interesting conversation
Now, let me remind you, readers, that this is not a competition. But our conversation was quite high brow and political if you must know.

Of course we talked of of poor Amy Winehouse (RIP Amy Winehouse. Really). We talked of the massacre in Norway.

Later when we talked of Baby's poo, Dad (still eating) pulled a face and observed "Even talking about Rupert Murdoch is better than this." To which Mum replied "That's how we got onto this topic!" Hahaha! (It's true.) Oh, how we laughed.

Then someone (me) mentioned Smurf jiz and the world was right again.