The party was a blast, it was deep in the heart of scary ghetto Sacramento, not too far from where we eventually bought our first house to fix up. Patrick, Becca, and I were the only whiteys at the party, and we were treated like honored guests... and implored to eat and eat and eat. The food was made with as much love as a Mexican Grandmother can muster. And green mole was one of the dishes, which Patrick explained was made with pumpkin seeds, and it was awesome.
Green Mole finished and ready for chicken.
Braised pork ready to crisp in the oven and then gets our chili sauce.
Green mole got me thinking about Patrick, and Paragary's, and the old days when I was a pizza cook and Becca thought I was super cute with my flour dusted forearms. So we made pizza for Frances' (our Frankie, kind of close to Freddy, huh) Birthday party. Here is the spanish chorizo, red torpedo pepper, and jalepeno pie, for the adults, the kids got cheese. And in honor of Freddy's Grandma, a shot of our pulled pork torta with a crisp and cold Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Cheers