Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Morning Thoughts ---The Molcajete

Here is my new molcajete. I bought it at my favorite health food store in Ajijic across the street from the Hospital Ajijic. I was assured that it was handmade out of lava rock. She even showed me a photo of the man who made it. I bought the most expensive one she had, 150 pesos.  It must have taken him several hours to make it. 150 pesos is a little less than 12 American dollars.   I spent part of the afternoon grinding white rice into it to cure it. This morning I used it for grinding some different twigs that I use for tea...  It feels like it belongs here and is an essential part of my so called kitchen. What a treat for me.

This morning I am going to the spa again. I hope to make it there twice a week. Several friends are going to meet me there. I am looking forward to soaking in the hot mineral water. It helps my constant backache. I am getting old and breaking down. I wonder who will end up with my molcajete after I pass away. I can't see my son carrying it back across the border. It is very heavy.

 I am thinking this because on the web sites they stressed the fact that Mexican women hand down their molcajetes from generation to generation. The older it gets, the better. Not like our bodies that get worse. The various spices and flavors stay in the pores of the stone and whenever you make something in it, those flavors come out.   I had better not grind my Epazote in it. That is a nasty smelling and tasting herb that does wonders for the health. Why can't chocolate cake be healthy instead of epazote?

My new diet calls for lots of beans and the epazote deactivates whatever is in beans that causes people to have gas. A real wonder herb.  Mexicans use it often in their cooking. It is hard to find in stores where expats do most of the shopping. I am off to the spa now.


  1. I have one just like the one you purchsed! I was in the house I moved into in October. the house I moved into was occupied by my best freind of 35 years who passed away in September. To help her son, I volunteered to give up my rental and take over the lease of hers. He was able to get her 1 day prior to her passing and was overwhelmed of what to do with her belongings. She lived in the house for 18 years and trust me it was packed. I told him to pack up what he wanted (photographs, personal things and I would take care of the rest. She had a pickup, so he did just that and took what he wanted including her puppy (bless his heart) hired Franciso Mirammontes to ride with him to the border just in case of mechanical or other problems. As Paul Harvey used to say "the end of the story", everything has worked out. Nikki (the puppy) has 2 canines to play with and a wonderful family with 2 kids to romp with. And the molcajete has a wonderful home with me. Boy I got off on a rant and hope I didn't bore you. Jeanne

    1. Hi Jeanne, Not boring at all. Thank you for sharing that story. So do you use it much? P

    2. My wife and I once had a dish called a Molcajete at the "blue umbrella" restaurant on the plaza. It was very tasty. Over the years, after coming back to Oregon, we kept looking for a molcajete dish at the local Mexican restaurants but with no luck. Only after 3 years or so did we realize that the molcajete referred to the container, not the recipie!

      We'll be back in Ajijic in a few weeks and hope to have a "genuine" molcajete dish at the "blue umbrellas" again :)

      Jack & Virginia

    3. Hi Jack and Virginia. I have never eaten those dishes but my friends love them. Filled with melted cheese, shrimp, beef, etc. Very fattening... P