Quintonil
01Amaranthus hybridus
The amaranth green that names the house, taken young for its mineral, spinach like bite.
We cook native quelites, wild herbs, and milpa produce, gathered young and read like a living herbarium.
The big aniseed leaf we steam our tamal in, gathered before the sun turns the gardens warm.
The leaf leads. Everything else answers it.
We treat the native herb as the lead voice, not the garnish. A single quelite sets the direction of each plate, and the chilli, the masa, and the broth move quietly around it.
We treat the native herb as the lead voice, not the garnish. Each plate is built around a single quelite or wild green, pressed and labelled in our minds like a specimen, then cooked just far enough to release what it already holds. The chilli, the masa, and the broth move around it. The herb stays in the centre.
A field index of the native greens in rotation this season.
Amaranthus hybridus
The amaranth green that names the house, taken young for its mineral, spinach like bite.
Porophyllum ruderale
A loud, almost soapy leaf torn raw over cured fish so each piece reads on its own.
Piper auritum
A broad aniseed leaf we steam tamal inside until it gives up its root beer scent.
Dysphania ambrosioides
The herb that anchors a bean broth, sharp and resinous, never used by halves.
Portulaca oleracea
Purslane, succulent and faintly sour, dressed in a sauce drawn from its own stems.
Chenopodium berlandieri
Wild amaranth flower, fried light and set in a pale pumpkin seed mole.
Suaeda torreyana
A fine seepweed that drinks up dark mole and turns the plate to the colour of soil.
Crotalaria longirostrata
Small bright leaves folded through a custard of milk corn, sweet and grassy together.
Porophyllum tagetoides
A slender cousin of papalo, citrus sharp, scattered at the last moment over warm masa.
Plates built around a single green.
A few dishes from recent evenings, each named for the leaf that leads it. The order on the table changes with the morning gather.
Every quelite that passes the kitchen is logged in a working herbarium at the pass. The record teaches the menu what the season already knew, and keeps the gardens at the centre of the room.
A kitchen that has made the humble quelite the most exciting thing on a Mexican plate, precise and deeply rooted in its valley.
Sit at the garden table and let the leaf decide.