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Alambres de Carne Asada Sonorenses
Sonora's mesquite-grilled alambre of ribeye and arrachera with bacon, bell pepper, and onion, blanketed in melted asadero and rolled into thin flour tortillas at the rancho table.
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A Sonoran botana from the marisquerias of the Sea of Cortez: large shrimp split open mariposa-style, breaded in seasoned cracker meal, fried in lard until the edges crackle, and finished with crushed chiltepín, the wild chile of the desert.
This is from Sonora. Specifically from the coastal towns along the Sea of Cortez, Guaymas, San Carlos, Puerto Penasco, where the shrimp boats come in and the marisquerias have been serving this exact botana on patios with paper-covered tables and ice buckets full of Pacifico for as long as anyone remembers. Sonora is shrimp country. Sonora is also chiltepín country. This dish is what happens when those two facts share a plate.
The chiltepín is not optional and it cannot be substituted. It is a wild bush chile, smaller than a peppercorn, that grows in the Sierra Madre and the Sonoran desert. It is foraged by hand. The Seri and Yaqui peoples used it long before the Spanish arrived, and Sonoran ranchers have been keeping jars of it on their kitchen tables for generations. It hits sharp, clean, and fast, then it is gone. No lingering burn. That clean heat is what makes this dish Sonoran and not just a fried shrimp from somewhere.
The breading is cracker meal, not panko, not flour, not anything fancy. Saltines, crushed fine, mixed with oregano and chiltepín. The marisquerias have been doing it this way since the saltine cracker showed up in Mexican pantries in the early 20th century. It fries up lighter and crisper than breadcrumbs and tastes like the coast.
My mother did not cook Sonoran food. She was from Jalisco. But the first time I ate camaron empanizado al chiltepín was at a marisqueria in Bahia de Kino, sitting at a plastic table with my recorder running, listening to a senora named Dona Mague tell me that the chiltepín on the table came from her brother's ranch outside Hermosillo. I wrote it in my notebook the way she said it. Cada estado, su propia cocina, and this one belongs to Sonora.
The chiltepín (Capsicum annuum var. glabriusculum) is the only chile native to what is now the United States and northern Mexico, and it is the wild ancestor of every domesticated chile in the Capsicum annuum family, including the bell pepper, the jalapeno, and the serrano. In Sonora it has been gathered from wild bushes in the Sierra Madre Occidental for at least 8,000 years, and its harvest remains largely uncommercialized; pickers known as chiltepineros still walk the foothills each fall to collect the tiny red berries by hand. The breaded shrimp itself reflects Sonora's 20th-century coastal economy: industrial shrimp farming and wild harvesting in the Sea of Cortez positioned the state as Mexico's second-largest shrimp producer after Sinaloa, and the marisqueria culture of Guaymas codified dishes like this one as the everyday botana of the Pacific northwest.
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1 1/2 pounds
peeled and deveined with tails left on, butterflied open
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2 cups
crushed fine
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1/2 cup
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2
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2 tablespoons
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1 tablespoon
crumbled
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2
grated on a microplane
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1 1/2 teaspoons, divided
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1 teaspoon
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1 teaspoon, plus more for finishing
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1 teaspoon
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about 4 cups
for frying
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2 tablespoons
for crushing at the table
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for serving
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for serving
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for serving
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| Ingredient | Quantity |
|---|---|
| large raw shrimp (16/20 count)peeled and deveined with tails left on, butterflied open | 1 1/2 pounds |
| saltine crackerscrushed fine | 2 cups |
| all-purpose flour | 1/2 cup |
| large eggs | 2 |
| whole milk | 2 tablespoons |
| dried Mexican oreganocrumbled | 1 tablespoon |
| garlic clovesgrated on a microplane | 2 |
| kosher salt | 1 1/2 teaspoons, divided |
| freshly ground black pepper | 1 teaspoon |
| ground chile chiltepín | 1 teaspoon, plus more for finishing |
| onion powder | 1 teaspoon |
| vegetable oil or pork lardfor frying | about 4 cups |
| whole dried chiltepínfor crushing at the table | 2 tablespoons |
| lime halves (optional) | for serving |
| mayonnaise mixed with a squeeze of lime (optional) | for serving |
| Salsa Huichol or Tamazula (optional) | for serving |
| Maggi sauce (optional) | for serving |
| cold cerveza (Pacifico, Tecate, or Modelo Especial) (optional) | for serving |
Lay each peeled shrimp flat on the cutting board. Slice down the curved back with a sharp paring knife, deep enough to open the shrimp like a book but not all the way through. Press it flat with the side of the knife. Leave the tails on. This cut is called mariposa and it is how the marisquerias from Guaymas to Puerto Penasco serve a shrimp that fries flat, crisps evenly, and looks like what it is: a coastal shrimp, generous and proud.
Put the saltines in a zip-top bag and crush them with a rolling pin until they are fine, almost the texture of coarse sand. No big shards. Big shards burn before the shrimp cooks. In the marisquerias they pulse them in a blender, but the bag works at home and gives you the texture you want. Asi se hace y punto.
Set out three shallow plates. Plate one: the flour mixed with 1/2 teaspoon of the salt, the onion powder, and half the black pepper. Plate two: the eggs beaten with the milk, the grated garlic, and a pinch of salt. Plate three: the crushed saltines mixed with the oregano, the ground chiltepín, the remaining salt, and the rest of the pepper. The cracker meal is the seasoning. Do not be shy with it.
Take one butterflied shrimp by the tail. Press it into the flour on both sides and shake off the excess. Dip it into the egg, letting the extra drip back into the plate. Press it firmly into the cracker meal, pressing down so the crumbs stick to every surface, including the cut interior. Lay it on a wire rack or sheet pan. Repeat with all the shrimp. Let them rest for ten minutes before frying. The breading sets and stops sliding off in the oil.
Pour the oil or lard into a wide heavy skillet or cast iron pan to a depth of about one inch. Heat over medium-high to 350F. If you do not have a thermometer, drop in a pinch of cracker meal: it should bubble immediately and turn gold within fifteen seconds. La manteca es el sabor and lard fries cleaner and tastes better, but a neutral oil works if that is what you have. No me vengas con atajos like baking these in an air fryer. This is a fried botana. Fry it.
Working in batches so the pan is not crowded, lower the breaded shrimp into the hot fat. They cook fast, about 90 seconds per side, until the cracker meal turns a deep golden brown and the tails curl. Crowding the pan drops the temperature and gives you greasy, pale shrimp. Patience now. Lift them out with a slotted spider and let them drain on a wire rack, never on paper towels. Paper towels trap steam underneath and the bottoms go soft.
Pile the fried shrimp on a platter while the next batch fries. Crush the whole dried chiltepín between your fingers or in a small molcajete and scatter the bright red flecks over the hot shrimp. The chiltepín is the soul of this dish. It is the wild chile of the Sonoran desert, foraged not farmed, and it hits sharp and clean and disappears fast. Serve with lime halves, the lime mayonnaise, salsa Huichol, a few drops of Maggi if your guests want it, and a cold cerveza. Eat with your hands. This is botana, not dinner.
1 serving (about 230g)
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