Showing posts with label market. Show all posts
Showing posts with label market. Show all posts

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Sunday - Market day

Previous Sundays have consisted of attending Catholic mass, weekend trips to the beach or country, or visiting family. Today though, we did something old, something we used to do when I was but a wee chipilín, munching happily on raw sugar cane.

We went to the market. Grandma had a hankering for a bowl full of chilate, a rather tasteless broth or atol, served with a side of sweet syrupy buñuelos or nuegados. Previous experience had taught me I was not the biggest fan of this afternoon snack. But in the food's defense, I had based my harsh judgement on samples provided to me by Mister Donuts - if you have never heard of Mister Donuts click here, but it is basically an antique American fast breakfast food franchise from the 50s that has remained popular in El Salvador. How wrong was I to dismiss this local dish based on Mister Donuts' cold, bland and chunky interpretation.

So what is chilate? It is a water-based broth made out of toasted maize flour, whole peppercorns and ginger, thickened slightly with corn starch. In Mexico, it is very common to add chili and cocoa beans which is where the name comes from, but in El Salvador, the broth is not condimented too heavily so as to better compliment the side of buñuelos and/or nuegados. To me, a bowl of chilate is nothing without its sweet syrupy counterparts and vice versa. The term nuegados means nuggets and refers to sugared plantain or sweet potato chunks. Sugared pumpkin on the other hand is prepared with cinamon and brown sugar loaf and is called ayote. If you go to one of the popular food chains which sell local food (e.g. Mister Donuts or Typicos de Margoth) buñuelos are large male fist-sized profiteroles, deep fried and covered in sugar and brown sugar loaf syrup. They are made out of egg and wheat flour, usually slightly hard and stale and far too big and sweet to be consumed by one person. You are better off visiting a local market, or keeping an eye out for street vendors pushing around their chilate cart between 3-4 in the afternoon. Their approach is often marked by the echoing sounds of "chiilaaaaaaaate...."

Today, in a market close to Santa Tecla, the chilate lady had plenty of options on offer. The drink itself is always the same, served piping hot in a gourd with the occasional floating peppercorn. The sides are a different matter with various choices crispy yet chewy egg or yucca buñuelos, and flavorsome plantain, sweet potato or pumpkin nuegados.  I had a serving of nugget sized yucca buñuelos and ayote candy with syrup, the perfect contrast to the peppery broth on a cool afternoon.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Camden Town

I have to say, not doing touristy things has suited me quite well, but today in response to the eagerness and spirited demands of my younger sister, we became tourists. And...we had fun.

Big Ben, West-Minster Abbey, Royal Arts Academy, Southbank book market (LOVE), Covent Gardens, Oxford Circus, and best of all: Camden Town. Discovering the markets in Camden was finding that niche that I've been looking for since moving to London. Markets are my thing, and this one didn't disappoint. It was like wandering around Kreuzberg Berlin, feeding off the punk-ass vibe and the gothic cool. Chatting to merchants and sellers, some eager to make a sale, other happy enough just to talk and feed you story after story. This is where true art lies, within the stalls of those who make a living selling what they make. If you're good you make money. Simple as that. Unless you're years before your time and your ideas are rejected for being too avant-garde, but that is also art.

We met stone whisperer with a story for every single one of the pendants, earrings, necklaces and statues in his stall. For him it wasn't about the design of the rock, but about image hidden within its murky depths. Hold it up to the light with a little imagination and a whole story unveils. A man by the stormy seaside, a witch in the jagged mountains, two dolphins and their eternal friendship. Each stone was picked at a specific time and place to be given to a specific person under specific circumstances. Each one as unique as the next. The merchant wasn't old, late 40's perhaps, with a calm and soothing aura that would quickly become thunderous as soon as any of his stones were mistreated. Half Sioux, half Italian he travels the world collecting stories and experiences with which to feed his infinite wisdom. The world is full of cool people if you take the time to listen. It makes me sad that not many people do.