I talk to you a lot about what I’m cookin. So much so that you probably think I’m the only one in our house that spends time in the kitchen. But I was lucky to have married a guy that no only cooks, but does his own laundry (can I get a hallelujah?). Today I’m excited to share one of his crazy concoctions: Mole Fries. In case you had any doubts, let me ease your fears and confirm that THIS IS NOT A DREAM. Mole Fries are real life. And thank gosh, because they are finger licking good.
Despite both being slightly insane in the kitchen, Sam and I grew up very differently (as outlined in one of my very first blog posts). While I was a child in Hawaii, the best Mexican food around was at Taco Bell. Needless to say, I didn’t even know what mole was until I met Sam – who will be absolutely appalled that I mentioned Taco Bell on this blog. He grew up with fresh tortillas, horchata, and a ton of other delicious Mexican foods I can’t remember the names of (or spell very well). Point is, we didn’t grow up eating the same food. But it works out, because we both have adventurous palates. That’s one of the things I love about our relationship.
So let’s talk about the recipe. For one, it’s fairly simple to make. It starts with baked french fries (that’s right – this dish isn’t that bad for you!) smothered in a (half-homemade) mole sauce that’s liquid comfort food. Top that with grilled onions, some chopped chicken – or perhaps leftover Thanksgiving turkey, huh? – cojita cheese, cilantro, and voila!
Did I mention that these are just about the yummiest baked fries you’ll ever have? Only about half the batch made it into the mole fries after some massive mid-recipe
snacking taste testing.