As most of you know, I LOVE molé. Ibis introduced me to the spicy, smoky, chocolately sauce while we lived in Chicago, then I tried every possible variety in Mexico. It’s most often served with chicken and he makes molé enchildadas that will leave you breathless. (You know, because they’re SPICY!)
Well, now that I’m in Michigan I’ve resigned myself to the fact that things will be a bit different. First example–the molé. Seems someone forget to tell Michigan that the accent is what makes it mouthwateringly delicious. Take it away and all you have is a pile of dirt in the yard.
After all the teasing about eating moles, it seems I’m finally presented with the actual thing. But I can guarantee these creatures will NOT make an appearance in my kitchen.