The day sign xochitl, in the Codex Magliabechiano.Friday 24 October
HOLT had to deliver a paper in Philadelphia about Sappho (lots of bad plays, one good opera). He missed getting to see Brian, but had a great dinner out with the rest of the panel. After a brief Bataan march in search of drinks, we stumbled across Xochitl (pronounce "so-cheet" or so they claim)*, which Holt had read a rave review of in Gourmet. Well deserved too, and that's not just the freshly made classic margaritas talkin'.
We started with the guacamole, made table side in a big ol' mortar and pestle. Apparently they have many variations, but we stuck with the classic there too.
There were fine tostadas piled with a ceviche of shrimp, octopus and spanish mackerel. For the main: very tender duck breast in a mole blanco (almonds).
There was also a really nice Spanish white whose name escapes me now. That is the margaritas.
BARBARA, on the other hand, had to stay at home and sulk. She was rummaged in the freezer for anything that looked dinnerlike, and came up with a small portion of Buffalo chicken wings - luckily, from Antipastos, so they were at least made of chicken. She ate them with a glass of cheap white wine in front of the TV, watching "Style by Jury" or some such cable popcorn.
*xōchitl IPA: /ʃoːtʃitɬ/: Nahuatl 'flower'; also the name of the queen of Tolan, who is accredited with inventing tequila (more or less).
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