lunch

I just got back from having lunch at The Heathman in Portland. It was one of those meals that, when you're done, just sits there in your insides making you feel like everything's going to turn out OK. Perhaps I'm a bit food-drunk. I had the Duck in Mole. The Mole was not as good as what I make, but the duck breast was amazing, flavorful, smokey, a bit crisp, and it went perfectly with the spice in the sauce and the rice, prepared in a manner that normally would not be at all to my taste, very soft and creamy.

I love it when food makes life tolerable for no good reason.

Cotija

Inspired by a recent purchase of some cotija to accompany last night's dinner of veggie burritos, I decided to do some research on Mexican cheeses and came across this page, which seems to contain more information than my brain can hold on the subject. Of course, according to the article the plastic-wrapped cheese I purchased is crap (whatever), but it sure tasted good to me. I'm going to make an effort to try as many different kinds of Mexican cheese as I can find. Once I exhaust the variety available in the store, I'll go looking around Vancouver for a place to buy the "real" thing. I know it's out there, I just have to find it. I'd also like to find a good tortilleria, so hopefully I can kill two birds with one stone.