Posole or Pozole? A Rose By Any Other Name

Recently on Twitter, the very talented Pati Jinich wrote that she was irked by the word posole. “It is Pozole with a Z!!!! Posole is nothing, nada!! Posole equals not Pozole. Sorry and good night.”, she wrote. Now I admire Patti a lot but I think she got this one wrong, along with many of her enthusiastic followers who were quick to throw posole under the bus.

My response was: “Posole is an old tradition from the US Southwest. It refers to the grain and the final dish. It’s hundreds of years old and to deny this is to deny how indigenous cultures refused to stagnate. ”

I understand that good Mexican food is under siege and its advocates have to stand their ground. How many chefs are discovering tacos and are eager to share their new love (and “interesting” new spins) on food that many of us discovered long ago? The talented Ina Garten created a dish that might be delicious and it might have corn in it, but it’s not pozole by anyone’s standards other than hers. Taco Bell created a snack called a chalupa and it has nothing to do with the well-established Poblano treat that has been called a chalupa for generations. As writer Javier Cabral writes, “Adding black beans and lime juice to things do not automatically make it Mexican.”

I was once in the lovely town of San Miguel de Allende with a group of fellow gringo tourists. San Miguel is a very unusual town with an exceptionally large ex-pat US population. Or should I say, US immigrant population? Whatever it is, whether you like SMA or not, it’s not very typical. One woman insisted that a bowl of guacamole and chips was a proper way to start a meal in Mexico. I suggested that she may want to start her meal this way, but it’s not all the common, and in fact, I’d never observed Mexicans doing this. She asked the waiter if she could order this and he, of course, brought out a big bowl of chips and guacamole and she turned to me and said, “See! They do this here.” I had to bite my tongue.

I have to watch my own behavior, as well. Clearly, I am obsessed with Mexican food and culture and even though I travel there often, I am aware of my own tourist status and try to avoid speaking in absolutes. I would love to be considered someone who is helping the situation more than hurting it. I don’t want to be another attack on traditional Mexican culture that will need to be defended by someone who knows more.

With all of this, I understand being irked by posole. But this isn’t like a chalupa. This tradition from the American southwest has been around for generations and has morphed into its own thing, including taking freshly cooked nixtamal and drying it for use later, a very clever technique not used by the Mexicans who came up with the very clever technique of making nixtamal. And I would argue even further that this product is superior to the canned hominy most everyone uses instead of making fresh nixtamal. If you want to start a cause, it should be against canned hominy, which has almost no flavor and provides a texture not unlike chicken cartilage.

In New Mexico, posole refers to both the grain and the final dish. It’s a much more casual ingredient than in Mexico. A bowl of posole in a chile sauce is a common side dish. Huntley Dent says in his seminal book, The Feast of Santa Fe, that the difference between everyday posole and feast-day posole is the amount of pork. Everyday posole is a thing. It’s not Mexican but it’s from the same roots and I think it should be embraced as an example of indigenous cultures adapting, creating, and celebrating nixtamal.

When I announced that I was writing a book on pozole, one commenter scolded me for adding pork and told me I should stick to pozole’s pre-colonial roots. Well, if I were to follow her advice, I’d have had to use the flesh of my captured soldiers for protein and I’m just not up for that. Corn and nixtamal have made their way far further north and south than their Mesoamerican origins. It’s bound to change and watching the journey is part of the fun.

Did I mention my new book? Never one to pass up an opportunity when it’s knocking, my next book, The Rancho Gordo Pozole Book, comes out this November.

Opportunities (An Editorial)

Imagine what creating opportunities for our neighbors would mean for them and for us?

What if we stopped selling arms to the bad guys?

What if we stopped consuming illegal drugs from their countries?

What if instead of meddling in their politics, we invested in their projects?

Maybe kids could play in beanfields instead of being separated from their families and treated worse than animals in a shelter.

(Sorry if this comes off as preachy but some days it’s all too much.)

Announcement: Our Response to Proposed Tariffs on Mexican Imports

Our government recently decided to threaten a 5% tariff on imports from Mexico, with the fees escalating up to 25%. 5% doesn’t sound like much but you have to realize the beans are a food crop. They’ve been growing for 6-9 months, followed by cleaning and packaging and they’ve been planned long before that. It’s taken us years to develop these relationships and these actions have taken their toll. 

Speaking for myself, I do believe in comprehensive immigration reform. Nobody is advocating for a porous border. Reform would include international laws, trade, the US role in foreign governments and humanitarian causes. It won’t be simple but it needs to be done in a pragmatic, non-emotional manner. 

Immigrants and refugees are not coming to the United States for the cable service. They are fleeing the most desperate situations imaginable, often created with our help by meddling in their governments, along with the American appetite for drug consumption. I would argue that their problems are our problems. Because of our role throughout the Americas and because we are neighbors. 

With Burkhard Bilger from The New Yorker, meeting some of the farmers we work with, in Hidalgo, as part of the Rancho Gordo-Xoxoc Project. These hardworking entrepreneurs are the ones who will suffer if a tariff is imposed.

In response to this, we’re considering the threatened tariff and adding a 5% charge to all of our Mexican imports and donating this money, 100%, to No More Deaths, a non-profit that provides humanitarian aid to migrants and refugees, focusing on the deadly Arizona border. In addition to water and medical aid, they also help with legal issues and search-and-rescue situations. That a group like this even needs to exist is repugnant, but thank goodness they do.

Someone suggested we grow our beans in the US instead of Mexico. We do. Maybe we haven’t told the story as well as we should have. We produce about 85% domestically. The imports from Mexico are to encourage the farmers in Mexico to grow their heritage beans. This isn’t about us trying to save money by producing in Mexico. We have also been told that it’s not immigration that is offensive, it’s illegal immigration. It’s not illegal to seek asylum. I also anticipate the “stick to beans and leave politics out of it” responses but sadly, these recent actions have made this personal, for my friends and for my business. My preference would be to not argue about whether we should be treating our neighbors with humanity.

We challenge our legislators and president to work together to enact immigration reform in Congress and then enforce it on the border. Diplomacy and policy through tantrums is not the answer.


N.B. The comments on this post are overwhelming and that’s good. For the record, I’ve allowed opposing views to post and often I’ve rebutted them. If the responses get silly, as they have, I’m not bothering to share them. If they get personal, are racist, the same argument, etc. I’m not approving them.

Not so much here, but from our helpline, I’ve had some really good conversations. In the end, most of us want to be fair. That’s a great place to start. Responding with anger rarely helps. My technique has been to try and diffuse those conversations but at one point it can become clear that it’s time to cut your losses and move on. Once in a while, you have a real moment and that’s encouraging.

Rant: Let’s Go Mexican Countries!

A few years ago, a friend’s teacher daughter described a situation where her students were intensely debating whether they could call people Mexicans.

“You can’t call them that!”

The teacher was confused, as she should have been. But really, Mexican for some of them was a dirty word. The probably heard the phrase, “those damned Mexicans!” and in case there’s any doubt, that’s not good.

Fox News recently had a graphic declaring that Trump had cut aid to “3 Mexican countries.” For the record, Mexico has a group of states within its borders, not countries. I think the subtext of this is Poor Brown People. Racists think of Poor Brown People, and they think of Mexico and other Latin American countries. It’s all one aid-sucking mass, from their point of view. I believe this was slip up more than an actual mistake.

Fox News doesn’t have an exclusive on laziness or closet racism. World of Wonder, the production company that does some great shows like RuPauls’s Drag Race published a tribute to Marlon Brando and they declared: His activism caused widespread boycotting of Brando’s films. He was also outraged by U.S. foreign policy, particularly covert military and CIA operations in several of the Mexican countries.

For the record, again, there is just one country called Mexico. Tell as many people as you can. We are terrible neighbors and we should be ashamed.

A Rant: We Are Not Normal

This was in our newsletter a couple of weeks ago and it clearly had an impact on some of our bean buddies. I thought I’d reprint it here. Maybe you recognize yourself. – Steve

It’s easy to like our customers. People who cook and appreciate heirloom beans tend to be more interesting, nicer, and enjoy a better quality of life. I live in a bubble of delicious food and like-minded people so I sometimes lose track of life in the “real world.” I prefer hanging out with my fellow bean freaks.

You may not realize it but as time marches on, we home cooks are becoming rarer and rarer. The fact that we get excited about a new bean, a cooking pot, or even a new wooden spoon, puts us in the minority. Most of us think of cooking as fun and a great way to bring people we care about together. We see a pound of beans and we imagine how we’ll be cooking them, how we’ll be serving them, and maybe the smiling faces that will be eating them. I have a constant vision of leaving the kitchen and walking towards the dining room table with a huge pot of something good between my hands as I ask for help finding a trivet. This is possibly my favorite moment of the day. I try and do it most nights.

A meal kit is fine, I suppose. A frozen dinner is an emergency. Are there good ones? I don’t know that I’ve ever had a decent frozen dinner. A dinner out is fun and sometimes inspirational. But a refrigerator full of cooked beans, roasted vegetables, stocks and broths, pickles and condiments, is like a palette waiting to be put to use to create something new. I have cooked Garbanzos, cold chicken, and squash. A soup is born. Chard, black walnuts, and wild rice? There’s a dish right there. I can even ask my 17-year-old son to make his own lunch just by picking out what looks good. (He can cook just fine without my help but a loaded fridge helps avoid the temptation of cans.)

I lovingly packed a lunch to bring to the office today and of course, I left it on the table at home. This was a real drag but I keep cans of sardines in my desk and today the Rancho Gordo store was sampling Marcella beans so I had a nice bean and fish dish, made even better by a pinch of our Burlap & Barrel Smoked Spanish Pimentón Paprika. A wee dash of olive oil? Heaven, and it beat Taco Bell by a mile. 

I know you have your tricks like this. And you’ve noodled around to find your favorite technique for making beans. You probably love to share your bounty with friends and if you’re like me, they can give you the “eye roll treatment” from too much information about your favorite beans, but almost all of them love being a guest at your table. Sometimes it may seem thankless but you need to know that our kind is getting to be rarer in a time when what we do is more important than ever. What can make more sense than sharing food at a table with people who need a good meal, simple or fancy? We have a job to do and a role to play, and I thank you for being a part of it! We’re all in good company. 

FedEx Drops the NRA

As you may remember, we dropped FedEx over their insistence on partnering with the NRA. They’ve been stubborn and even now, they’re insisting they’ve dropped the NRA because of financial targets not being met but I suspect otherwise. Whatever the reason, the promotion and partnership are done

I’m happy to report that we’ve switched back to FedEx as UPS as our primary logistics partner was not a good fit. We still have our account open and we use the US Postal Service, as well, but FedEx is back. 

The Best 10 Rules to Live by When You Are Young and Ready to Travel.

My friend Canice saw this photo of me from the early 1980s in Sestri Levante. It’s a beach town in Liguria, Italy and I spent many summers there in my early 20s. She wrote:  I wanna use this photo to persuade young people to live a little, while they have the chance.

Sestri Levante, early 1980s

I know exactly what she means. I wouldn’t go back to my youth for anything but your twenties are a time to really let things rip. Yes, you can go to Europe at any age but you find as you get older you can’t really “crash” on a ferry boat like you can when you’re young. You suddenly need a private bath and a comfortable bed in a way you just don’t when you’re in your 20s. 

Most importantly, you make friends more easily and you’re open to new experiences in a way that a cautious old fart isn’t. And you look so much better in photos than you will in your 50s.

In my 20s, I worked like crazy, lived on nothing and saved every penny for trips to Europe. Yes, it was somewhat easier then, but I had two roommates, lived like a pauper and you if you want this, you’ll figure out how. And I think you should.

Inspired by Canice, these are my 10 things every young person should do when they travel. 

  1. Talk to strangers.
  2. Eat weird food.
  3. Learn to sleep on buses and boats. 
  4. Meet lots of mothers who know how to cook.
  5. Learn a song in a foreign language so you can sing along when your new friends get drunk.
  6. Live like a pauper for a few months so that you can travel. Come home and then do it again. (Hint: This traveling will make you more interesting, and you’ll get better and better jobs the more you do it.)
  7. Don’t assume anyone gives a sh*t how we do things in the states.
  8. Dance with an old person.
  9. Learn to say Hello, Goodbye, Please and Thank You in your host language. Use them all frequently. 
  10. Sleep when you get home.

I was going to add to not make yoga poses in front of the Eiffel Tower or at Machu Picchu, but you know what? If you want to, do it. It’s none of my business and if it makes you happy, be my guest. I think it’s weird and indulgent, but I like Ethel Merman in a non-ironic way. There’s room for all of us.

I’m not adding it to the list, but I would suggest you put down your smartphone. Traveling used to mean really cutting yourself off from your everyday life. You sent postcards and sometimes letters. Phone calls were insanely expensive, and you only called if something went wrong. You had no idea what anyone else was doing, and the news came from the International Herald Tribune. My gentle suggestion would be to take lots of photos and then share them when you get home. Your friends will be just as impressed. The burglars won’t know your schedule quite so well. I promise you, you will not suffer from missing Aunt Myrtle’s cat photos in real time. 

I focused on Europe. Now my obsession seems to be Mexico and the Americas. Asia would be great. I want to encourage everyone to see as much of the world as they can, especially the young. Go for it.

Food Costs Too Darn Much! Medicine Costs Even More and There Is No Pleasure Involved

Mario Batali doesn’t back down from fights, even though sometimes I think it feeds the trolls by responding them. I think he’s a great guy and should be able to say what he likes.
Not long ago, someone wrote:
Hi Mario, Big fan of yours. Was going to b
uy a jar of your sauce today but it was like $9. Really? WHY?

Our San Francisco Store is Closing

It’s with very mixed emotions that I have to announce the closing of our San Francisco store in the Ferry Building Marketplace.

It’s been an incredible experience and I wouldn’t change a minute of it. I grew up in the Bay Area – having a shop in the landmark building was a key goal of mine as a food entrepreneur.

As we made the transition from a vending stall at the CUESA farmers’ market to a storefront in the ferry building, Rancho Gordo also became a national brand, in no small part thanks to our Ferry Building store. Having a shop in the marketplace provided exposure and an opportunity to forge new partnerships. Where else in San Francisco can you see Diana Kennedy casually shopping?

Our business has been slowly shifting towards online sales and wholesale to restaurants and retailers for years and we feel this is where we need to focus our energies.

My Little Black Book: 10 Years of Dinner Parties

I’ve been writing about dinner parties lately. A lot. As these weird, scary political times continue, I feel compelled to surround myself with people I care about and feed them. It’s a sense of control, probably false, but it makes the world make sense.

Something in me decided that I wanted to document these dinners. 10 years ago I bought this large Moleskin notebook and I’ve faithfully documented every gathering. The date, who was there and what we eat have all been noted. I’m not sure what compelled me to do this but now it’s full, almost exactly 10 years after I started, and it’s one of the best things I own.

First and foremost it puts life into perspective. I had Bill and Lucy over two years ago? I haven’t had Carrie over for 8 months? Why do I only serve chicken to Taylor and Toponia? Here it all is and it really brings home how tricky memory and nostalgia can be.

I also love it for ideas. Just like we listen to particular music at certain periods of our lives, we also make particular dishes. I love seeing the waves of mole or roast chicken and the subtle evolution that takes place.

I wish my handwriting were more clear, however.

Anyway, I love this thing and recommend it for you if you are of a similar mindset.