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    <pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 18:09:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Passport &amp; Plate - Acuyo snook chops.</title>
      <description>&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Acuyo snook chops.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br/&gt;4 snook chops&lt;br/&gt;1 clove of garlic (a big one)&lt;br/&gt;2 thin slices of a medium onion (for the salsa)&lt;br/&gt;Sliced onion at your preference&lt;br/&gt;2 big jalapeños without the seeds&lt;br/&gt;10-15 acuyo weed leaves, rinsed and de-infected&lt;br/&gt;16 Cambray  potatoes&lt;br/&gt;Vegetable oil and/or pork fat&lt;br/&gt;Salt at your preference&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to prepare this recipe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The first and most important step is to play on some yummy salsa music to get in the mood. Don’t be shy, dance along.&lt;br/&gt;Heat some vegetable oil on a pan and add the clove of garlic, the onion slices and the jalapeños. While you enjoy the aroma of the ingredients, let them fry at medium heat until they are half cooked. &lt;br/&gt;Blend them along with the acuyo leaves and some salt. Take deep breaths: the acuyo begins to deploy its amazing scent. You may add some water to the mix if the salsa is too thick. The trick to make a delicious salsa is to pour indiscreet loads of love into the blend.&lt;br/&gt;In a deep pot, preferably made of crafted clay, medium-heat some vegetable oil or pork fat. Don’t let it get to hot! Fry the sliced onions until they look glassy, along with the Cambray potatoes. Place then the snook chops and seal them on both sides. Be careful! If the oil is too hot when you place the snook chops, it may splash you!&lt;br/&gt;Hold them from staying too long on the fire by themselves: add the great-looking salsa on top and make sure it covers all of the fish and potatoes. Then, adjust the heat to medium-high, cover the pot and let it boil. To make sure the pot contains all the flavor of the Mexican South-East Coast, keep on dancing while it all boils beautifully and breath in the wonderful aroma.&lt;br/&gt;It’ll be ready when the potatoes are soft to the pinch of a fork. Serve a snook chop with four pretty potatoes on each plate. You can accompany this dish with some white Mexican rice (you may want to ask my mom for that recipe). Invite a friend over… or keep it all to yourself!&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The story behind this recipe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Arousing the senses.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I was little my mother strived to keep my hair in place for school or church. Because of my curiosity to explore all surroundings available—and the moisture heat constantly overwhelming my forehead—this was a fight she would always lose. &lt;br/&gt;As a full-time housewife and mother, she cooked for my siblings and me every single day. Hence, her hands permanently smelled of the ingredients of the food she had prepared. She would stand before me, braiding my wild curls as I inhaled the scent off her fingers. But the aroma I enjoyed the most was that of the acuyo weed—also known as yerbasanta.&lt;br/&gt;By the Mexican Gulf coast, we Veracruzans dance, laugh and eat amazing seafood dishes, although acuyo snook chops has always been my favorite. I remember like it was yesterday: I see my mom facing the stove, holding a spoon, dancing to salsa but vigilant of a boiling pot, sensing the whole house swamping into a velvety atmosphere of scents, so thick that it could almost have been put a collar on and kept as a pet. The acuyo smell cracked the senses with a sweet-sour wave at the always embellishing presence of garlic. Along in the blend, onions and jalapeños joined the sloshing snook chops and potatoes in the dark green salsa.&lt;br/&gt;The aroma was so amazing that it couldn’t be kept contained only in my mother’s kitchen, so it escaped from the pot into the bedrooms and through the windows to the street, gathering cats, insects and other tiny creatures like me who felt caressed by a strange force of Nature when perceiving the succulent fragrance. &lt;br/&gt;All of this arousing experience somehow fit in my mother’s hands. It came back to me every time I got to approximate to her braiding fingers. After my first five or six years of life, she finally decided to have my hair cut—and cut the fighting. Today, away from her and my hometown, I cook my favorite acuyo dish, letting my grown-up-self be transported back to those days, and calling mom on the phone to let her know.</description>
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      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>Mexico</category>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2014 16:42:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Photos: All These Trips I've Made</title>
      <description>Kicking it Worldwide!</description>
      <link>https://journals.worldnomads.com/mariad-osa/photos/45434/Worldwide/All-These-Trips-Ive-Made</link>
      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>Worldwide</category>
      <author>mariad-osa</author>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jan 2014 09:12:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>¡Cocodrilo a la vista! [Spanish]</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuando
visité el Cañón del Sumidero en Chiapas me impresionó mucho la anchura del río
y la altura de las paredes del cañón. Recuerdo haber pasado un excelente rato
en el parque ecológico, donde disfruté mucho lanzarme desde la tirolesa y hacer
las diferentes paradas: la selva bajo mis pies y la imagen del cañón al fondo
eran espectaculares mientras me deslizaba sobre el viento.&lt;o:p /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero lo que más recuerdo de aquella
ocasión fue estar esperando la lancha en el embarcadero del parque para
regresar al pueblo de Chiapa de Corzo. Mientras aguardaba en el muelle,
observaba cómo un par de muchachos intentaban remar en un kayak. Digo que lo
&amp;quot;intentaban&amp;quot; porque al parecer eran nuevos en ello, ya que no se
coordinaban muy bien que digamos. Este detalle cobró demasiada importancia
cuando, de repente, un enorme cocodrilo venido del cañón se empezó a acercar
hacia la zona donde estaban &amp;quot;remando&amp;quot; estos muchachos, que es una
especie de rincón del cañón donde se encuentra el parque ecológico.&lt;o:p /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yo vi venir al cocodrilo desde lejos y
vi también a los muchachos que no se dieron cuenta de ello hasta que lo tenían
demasiado cerca. Cuando vieron la larga cresta del animal ondeando sobre el
agua, comenzaron a remar estrepitosamente y con una total ausencia de
acompasamiento, intentando regresar al embarcadero, presas de un ataque de
pánico. Y yo, que había visto toda la escena, me moría de la risa al verlos dar
vueltas sobre el mismo sitio y, sobre todo, al notar que el cocodrilo ni
siquiera los volteó a ver mientras nadaba lentamente hacia la cascada situada
sobre la pared del cañón, donde desapareció sin dejar otro rastro que el par de
chicos asustados detrás. Para cuando este par de inexpertos remeros lograron
alcanzar el muelle, el cocodrilo de seguro estaba muerto de risa igual que yo
en algún recóndito escondite del río.&lt;o:p /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <link>https://journals.worldnomads.com/mariad-osa/story/83661/Mexico/Cocodrilo-a-la-vista-Spanish</link>
      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>Mexico</category>
      <author>mariad-osa</author>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 06:58:00 GMT</pubDate>
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