San Miguel de Allende, GTO, Mex – Sometimes the best morning-after restaurant in town is the one in which you’re staying. Each time I’ve been to San Miguel de Allende, I’ve found it woefully unnecessary to travel more than 30-ft from my pillow to find some exquisitely prepared helping of whatever rendition of huevos the ladies whipped up that morning. Couple that with fresh fruit (mango, pineapple, melon), hand-squeezed orange juice, and thick, rich, hot coffee, and what you’ve got is a lively recipe that prohibits anything more than newspaper reading and foot propping.
Everything is just so simple and fresh, and centered predominantly around the egg - that incredible, edible egg. They can be light (whites only w/ cilantro and queso fresco), or they can be heavy (the mother load plus cheddar and chorizo). In fact this more substantive recipe came in handy on a few furry-teeth mornings. Menudo, however, was completely out of the picture. Adventurous though I may be in my culinary escapades, tripe is something that I only ingest by accident.
I found myself wondering why in the hell I don’t eat like this every morning. And then I remembered… it takes a lot of time to make something look that simple, and unfortunately daddy’s got to go to work, no matter how much I’d prefer to just **ck around in the kitchen for hours-on-end, roasting poblano peppers and perfecting my mole sauce for lunch before the siesta.
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