I woke up early--around four am-- to see Mr. C out to the airport, then slept in till noon. When I woke up I was starving! Since tonight will be the last evening of Wagner's Ring Cycle Number III and Götterdämmerung's estimated running time will be over 5 hours, 15 minutes (including 2 intermissions but not includind the post-performance lecture) I opted for keeping our kitchen free of splatters and fried food smells and instead of cooking for one, go out for lunch.
Eating fried food is definitely a special treat. For obvious reasons, frying is not our preferred method to cook at home. Stove top sautéeing, braising, slow cooking, roasting and grilling are. But sometimes a girl needs a splurge and considering the marathon that awaits me tonight, today seemed the perfect day to indulge.
So, for Linda's IMBB 18: "Summer's Flying, Let's Get Frying" I'm having lunch at La Casa del Mojito in Lake City Way, one of only two places in the city I think of whenever in the mood for a culinary getaway to Cuba, Colombia, Venezuela or Puerto Rico and my favorite fried food dishes.
Because when it comes to fried food I immediately think of pescado frito (fried fish) tostones, yuca frita, maduros (also called amarillos) or platanitos (plantain chips) and in Seattle, nobody does it better than the cooks at this joint.
I sat outside and ordered a Batido de Guanábana ($3.75), a fresh fruit shake made with milk as a base, thick, sweet, creamy and cold, which I sipped very slowly while browsing the lunch menu. I opted for the Pescado Frito.
The menu describes it as "the ultimate beach meal in the tropics of Latin America. Seasonal white fish fillet (Tilapia today), lightly dredged in seasoned flour, pan-fried with garlic and served with white rice, maduros, and ensalada de palmito (hearts of palm salad)."
Since they were out of maduros and I was there for the fried food anyway I had Ariel substitute my maduros for yuca frita and my ensalada de palmito for tostones. I also requested a small side order of Frijoles Negros (Cuban black beans).
While lunch was being prepared Ariel sat with me and we talked about his recent trip to Europe and Cuba, his first trip back home in three years. Ariel also told me about how in 1995 he escaped the Fidel regime by leaving his whole family behind, jumping on a balsa with some friends and neighbors.