The Ranch Market, Burque, NM
WARNING: This post is not for the faint of heart.
If you work for PETA, hate people who eat meat, hate smokers,
hate life, are an all around hater, then I suggest you don't continue to read
this post. For the record: I love animals, I watch Bourdain and Zimmern,
I try to eat vegetarian, wait,
f#$k you. This is my my website and my blog, I don't have to justify
anything to you.
Sorry about that. Anyway, I got word that there is an authentic Mexican market in SW Albuquerque that really has the goods. So I decided to investigate since I am a real fan of Mexican culture and history.
Walking up to the entrance, this guy is selling some CDs.
No, no, it's not loud or anything. I walked in and immediately noticed
the velones the santos chillin' on the shelves.
Sorry about that. Anyway, I got word that there is an authentic Mexican market in SW Albuquerque that really has the goods. So I decided to investigate since I am a real fan of Mexican culture and history.
Walking up to the entrance, this guy is selling some CDs.
No, no, it's not loud or anything. I walked in and immediately noticed
the velones the santos chillin' on the shelves.
Then the unmistakable smell of fresh baked naughties percolated the atmosphere.
And right down the next isle some authentic treats. I don't know what it is about
Mexican and South American chocolate snacks, but they are so delicious. And I don't even like chocolate, ask anyone.
Oh, not a fan of soda you say? Whats that? Can't get enough healthy juices inside of you in today's world? How about some fresh and refreshing jugo de platano & fresa? Tamarindo? Oh, sorry for judging you Enrique, sorry for calling you a carnivorous macho prick. Whoa, what happened there? I blacked out. Stacks of Masabrosa, the best play on words ever.
Here we go. Again, this might not be your bag, but to most Latinos like myself, el cochinito is King. Pictured above is some recently made chorizo and chicharron. I quickly became aware that at the Ranch Market you can have whatever you buy cooked for you on the spot, eat it there, or take it to go. Just picture Whole Foods owned and operated by Mexicans. And just like whole foods there is a line of cooks, good cooks, cooking up all these delicacies in addition to authenentic tacos, mole, enchiladas, menudo, tripas, burritos, everything. Out of control.
This is, by far, the largest pot of Menudo I have ever seen. I tell you it was ten stories high if it was a foot. I saw this woman, who had to be about 65, roll up on the pot and ask for a bowl, with a side of rice, and two tacos. I looked at her and smiled and she smiled back. I saw my future.
Then my dad asked for half of that rack of pork ribs, when we got home mi mama shredded it by hand and we made tacos. Forget about it.
Last but not least, the entire cow's head. This I have never seen before. It did not look real,
it did not look like it belonged behind that glass. To me it was like I was staring at some scientific specimen, not food. But hey, some people eat it, and that's cool with me. I admit, this is an odd post revealing my obsession with food, but at the same time it is a beautiful post about a beautiful culture. While I was at the Ranch Market there was music playing, smiling faces, kids running around, good food, some foreign things, some not-foreign things, and I felt comfortable and super pumped up for some reason. I love animals.
posted by Enrique at
1:45 PM
2 Comments:
To quote my favorite orc, "Yeah, why can't we have some meats?" I was once tricked into eating tripe. It certainly gave a couple of Mexican women some belly laughs.
i watch Zimmern too!!!!
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