The next day I was feeling even better after a breakfast of local eggs and some of the great bread I bought at the market. (Soon I am going to have to buy some of the local tortillas. Every time I walk past a taqueria my mouth waters at the smell of cooking corn tortillas.) Though I didn’t need to do any shopping, I really needed to get out and walk after being cooped up in the apartment for so many days.
As I headed into town. I was on the other side of the street than I had used the day before, and was able to take a photo below of the tunnel, which Google sent me through to the back side of the market. The tunnels have sidewalks. At first I was a little wary about walking through the tunnels, until I realized that there were enough people walking through them, that I felt safe.
There is a nice little park to the right of the tunnel.
The photo above is a zoomed photo of an area over the tunnel. I was fascinated at how the cactus was clinging to the rocks.
It didn’t take me long to realize that one side of the road had a very crowded sidewalk, and the other was not so clogged. I now make a point of walking on the easier one, and crossing over when I need to. Like in Cuenca, jaywalking is a fine art here. In the afternoons the traffic is so snarled that you can just walk between the cars, without any hurry.
Above is a major bus stop, there are so many people standing around waiting for busses, that most people just walk on the street to get around them. The arriving buses, honk their horns and everyone hops back onto the sidewalk. Usually I can make it clear past between bus arrivals.
These rounded trees are everywhere around town.
An outdoor Ice rink is set up in front of the Regional Museum of Guanajuato Alhóndiga de Granaditas. With the daily temperatures reaching up to 72 F, I assume that this is like the one in Honolulu, with some sort of cooling system below.
I wasn’t in any hurry to get home, so I wandered around a little to see what I could see. I have to say, I was rather disappointed that the town didn’t seem to be as nice as what I expected.
My disappointment evaporated, when I turned down this street, and this striking dome.
As I walked down the street, I looked up and saw this dog, it reminded me of the labrador, I saw on the landing of a dilapidated gas station in Cuenca. I should do a post of the dogs around town.
I spotted the Mercado Hidalgo, not noticing at first that the clock tower I photographed earlier belonged to the market, and went in to look around. There were a lot more souvenir sellers than there were produce sellers and food vendors. Eventually I am sure I will shop there, but right now buying fruits and vegetables at little mom and pop shops on the streets near my place, and everything else from the Mega supermarket, seems to be best to me.
As I wandered around, stopping from time to time to take a photo, I once again, thought about how lucky I was to have got the crazy idea to become a nomad. When I took the photo above, I waited until the mother and child were out of the frame and took another one. I decided to keep this one, feeling that they added an energy to the scene that was missing from the second one.
When I was tired of being visually stimulated by the colorful town, I made my way back to my place, stopping to buy some bread from a street vendor, and set to cooking some of the things I bought the day before.
Many years ago, I had a dish of chicken Mole at a little Mexican restaurant in Galveston. I don’t remember the name of place, but it was in an old house, and you had to bring your own beer. I have never had a Mole that tasted like that since. When I first saw the Mole on display at the grocery store, I thought it was chocolate pudding. It was in a huge bowl, nicely decorated, with plastic containers nearby, so that you could dish out what you wanted. There were some pre-filled containers, so I selected one that had the smallest amount and then went and got a packet of chicken.
I thought it was mole sauce. I had no idea how to use it. Going on the internet, I could only find references to mole paste. I checked what was in the plastic container and found that it was a solid block of paste. I read several recipes discribing how to make chicken mole using the paste.
I put the chicken parts into the oven to roast while I prepared the mole. The instructions said to place the paste in a well oiled skillet, and add up to four times the water. I added one eighth of the water at a time, cooking on a medium flame. I kept cooking and adding more water every time the sauce got too thick. By the time the sauce was ready, the chicken was finished roasting.
I spooned the sauce over the chicken parts and then turned the flame down to low. Without stirring, I let it simmer uncovered for 10 minutes. If I had had a lid, I would have covered it. After that time I turned off the flame and let it rest for 10 more minutes.
I served it with crusty local bread. It was wonderful! Grantied, I don’t know much about mole, but I was very happy. There was way too much sauce for the amount of chicken I had. I found myself putting it on everything, Including scrambled eggs the next morning.