Showing posts with label Puro San Antonio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Puro San Antonio. Show all posts

Monday, February 22, 2016

Fightin' Words from Austin



The Chili Queens deserve an apology, in the least. I might go so far as to say they deserve a blood sacrifice (bovine, porcine, and whatever the chicken one is), but I'm sure they would settle for, and appreciate, a simple, "Perdoname,
Doña Cuca," because they have been offended by our presumptuous neighbors to the north.

Matthew Sedacca published an article for Austin Eater whose very title is incendiary - How Austin Became the Home of the Crucial Breakfast Taco. Though it might be true that Austin is home of the phrase "breakfast taco," the article posits an opinion that seems elitist to those of us here in San Antonio and South Texas who firmly believe that taco-migration went, and ought to continue going, South to North, not North to South or (gasp) South by Southwest.

Further, is there any way to really know who invented the phrase? Moreover, does it really matter? What is necessary is to understand that no one can monopolize the term "breakfast taco" any more than Disney can own the rights to Dia de los Muertos.

The article goes on to state that "the breakfast taco’s origins lie in the kitchens of immigrant Mexican families living in Texas." It's statements like these that ought to make us demand changes in the Texas education system, especially with regard to history.  Texas, as part of a larger region that included some current northern Mexican states, was established by Spain. After Mexico's independence, it was of course a part of Mexico.  The Texas we know now was an independent nation in 1836 and an American state in 1845. There's been Mexican food in Texas for nearly three centuries.  


Corn was the original type of tortilla, as it was used by native population of Mexico.  Flour tortillas were a Spanish innovation because they didn't want to reduce themselves to eat an ingredient they considered to be pig-feed.

Tex-Mex cuisine is a product of several influences, most notably the availability of ingredients and the clever improvisation of home-cooks when a particular cheese or pepper or sausage was needed.  The primary innovators, it seems, were the Chili Queens that ruled Alamo Plaza, starting in the mid-1800s.  (See fellow San Antonio Taco Council Representative, Edmund Tijerina's article about the Chili Queens here or an NPR Hidden Kitchen report about these legends, here.)  

To make claims about Austin's breakfast taco scene as if it was the birthplace and chief innovator of the item, ignores an entire region of abuelitas waking up early to make tortillas, mom and pop restaurants that have built robust breakfast crowds, and all of the busy workers that didn't have time to make their own morning meals.  It seems that maybe the new European-American immigrants to the Austin area discovered breakfast tacos in the same way Columbus discovered America - just because you found them, doesn't mean they didn't already exist.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: the best breakfast tacos in Texas are the ones you grew up with.  If you started growing up in your 30s, so be it.  

Let's keep peace among the taco community and not make incendiary statements.  Grab a tortilla, a good filling, some salsa, and taco bout it.


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Taco That Ends All Discussions About Tacos

The Hippo

It was only a matter of time
Before I wrote a poem about a taco

It happened after going to Linda's on Guadalupe Street

I opened the menu and perused the taco list
The usual suspects were all there
Bean and cheese
Potato and egg
Chorizo con huevo
Papa ranchera
And so on
And so forth
Until I reached the most profound depth of the list
And there it was
There I saw it
The words glowed on the page as a choir of angels sang a perfect note
Laaaaaaaaaa

beans, 
bacon, 
country sausage, 
chorizo, 
cheese
All in one taco

This was it
This was the ultimate
This was the apex
This was el supremo taco
The taco to end all tacos
The taco to end all discussions about tacos
The taco to end any aspiration I ever had of healthy living

The Hippo

So named, in my estimation,
Because "pig" wouldn't do it justice
A larger, jollier mammal was called in 
to represent

I was compelled
I was self-dared
I was Francis McComber on safari
Facing death from his prey
Served to him by a woman 
Who thought she knew what was good for him

Like the wildlife photographer
I snapped a picture of the specimen
And posted it for the world to see

The commentary and advice poured in
"Wow"
"It looks like a heart attack waiting to happen"
"My arteries are clogging just looking at it"

But I dove in anyway
And was rewarded with a taco-rgasmic experience 
The ingredients combined in my mouth
Enriched my palette
Enlightened my taste buds
Entered my esophagus and
Reached my stomach
In a state of euphoria

"Delicious" does not do it justice

It reminded me of being the last one at the table
After a big family breakfast
Alone with the one tortilla that made it through the morning
And a morsel from each pan on the table
So I scooped the beans
And I spooned in the chorizo
I added the three bits of sausage
And grabbed the last half-strip of bacon
Then I went to the fridge and found the shredded cheese
Before putting it in the microwave for thirty seconds

Soft tortilla
Smooth texture with hints of crunch
Cheese-chorizo-bacon grease
The effects on my health were but a small price to pay
For these mouthfuls
Of bliss