Does it smell like a nursing home? You’ll find me there.
Are they selling decrepit plastic fruit from the 1950’s? Count me in.
I found myself in just such a place a couple weeks ago perusing through an Irish Pub cookbook from the 80’s. Why was this in an antique store? More importantly, why was I looking at it? I turned to a recipe for Welsh rarebit, a recipe that on any other day I would’ve passed off as another toasted cheese sandwich but this one called for pickles and there is something about that cheesy-pickle combination that stops me in my tracks every time .
It’s been going ’round and ’round in my head ever since and I’ve finally come up with something that feels closer to home and even more decadent with stringy chihuahua cheese, Pacifico, and thick slices of cornbread as the base. I loaded it not with pickles, but pickled jalapeños. Bring. It. On.
While I was making this my husband asked me what I was doing. When I told him I was making a Mexican version of a Welsh rarebit he gave me a look like “Oh no you didn” but his opinion is neither here nor there since he can’t even eat it. I’m almost positive any other Latin person would totally approve. Maybe I’ve developed the next hottest food trend; Welsh-Mex. Maybe 30 years from now you’ll find my Welsh-Mex cookbook at some broke-ass antique store…… time will tell.