Mole poblano
Mole poblano — mōlli is Nahuatl for sauce; poblano means from Puebla.
A long, dark sauce of toasted chillies, nuts, seeds, spices and a little chocolate, poured over turkey or chicken.
Named from the ingredients as written, including those carried in from sub-recipes. This is not a guarantee — check the labels on what you actually buy, and note that a product’s recipe can change.
Toast the chillies on a dry hot pan for a few seconds each side, pressing them flat, until they smell nutty and darken slightly.
Cover them with hot water and leave to soak for 30 minutes.
On the same pan, toast the almonds, sesame, pumpkin seeds, tortilla and bread separately, each until golden, and set them aside together.
Char the tomatoes, tomatillos, onion and garlic on the dry pan until blackened in patches and softened. Peel the garlic.
Toast the cinnamon, cloves, peppercorns and aniseed for 30 seconds, then grind them.
Blend the drained chillies with a little of their soaking water until completely smooth, then push the purée through a sieve.
Blend the toasted nuts, seeds, bread, tortilla, charred vegetables, ground spices and raisins with 400 ml of the stock until smooth, and sieve that too.
Heat the lard in a heavy pot until shimmering. Add the chilli purée — it will spit — and fry, stirring, for 10 minutes until it darkens and thickens.
Add the nut and vegetable purée and fry for another 10 minutes.
Pour in the rest of the stock, add the salt, and simmer very gently for 1 to 1.5 hours, stirring often, until it coats a spoon thickly.
Stir in the chocolate until melted.
Taste. It should be complex and faintly bitter; add sugar only if it is sharp rather than to sweeten it.
Pour over the warm chicken and scatter with toasted sesame seeds.
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There is more happening here than in anything else in this collection, and no single flavour dominates. Bitter comes first and last — from the chillies, the chocolate, the toasted seeds and the charred vegetables — and it is the spine of the sauce. Around it there is sweetness from raisins, from the ancho and mulato chillies, which are genuinely sweet and fruity, and from the tiny amount of sugar if it is needed. There is a deep toasted nuttiness from the almonds, sesame and pumpkin seeds. There is warm spice: cinnamon, clove and aniseed, all present and none of them dominant. Tomatillo brings acidity. The heat is moderate and comes late — these are not fiercely hot chillies and mole is not a hot dish. And chocolate, which most people cannot identify blind and which is doing exactly what it is supposed to: adding bitterness, body and a faint fruitiness, not sweetness. The result is a sauce with a long, layered, slightly bitter finish and no single note you could name.
The toasting stage is the best-smelling hour in this collection and it changes every few minutes as each thing goes on the pan — chillies first, which smell nutty and faintly like tobacco; then almonds; then sesame; then charring vegetables; then the whole spices, which fill the room. The finished sauce smells dark and sweet and spiced, more like a Christmas cake than like anything savoury, which is a fair warning that it is not a normal sauce.
Completely smooth and quite thick, with a slightly velvety, almost fatty mouthfeel that comes from the ground nuts and seeds. Two sievings are what produce it. Underneath, poached chicken is soft. There is no crunch anywhere except the sesame seeds on top and whatever the tortillas provide, which is why both are there.
The toasting is the audible part — chillies crackling for a few seconds each, seeds popping in a dry pan. Then the frying stage, which is genuinely violent: a wet purée hitting hot lard spits loudly for the first minute and then settles into a thick slow bubbling. The long simmer is nearly silent and needs stirring rather than listening.
Bitterness and toasted nut first. Then sweetness from the fruit and the chillies, arriving as a wave and lifting it. Spice through the middle — cinnamon and clove particularly. Then the heat, which builds slowly and is never fierce. The finish is very long and predominantly bitter, and it is the most complicated aftertaste of anything on this site. Across a plate it becomes progressively richer and the heat accumulates.
Hot, poured over warm chicken. It holds heat very well because of its density.
Plain rice, warm corn tortillas, and nothing else complicated. A dark Mexican beer, or a rich red with low tannin — tannin fights the bitterness badly. Where it fails is next to anything else complex, which is a real risk: mole is a sauce that needs a plain plate around it, and the traditional accompaniments are plain for exactly that reason.
Not difficult and genuinely demanding. Every individual step is easy; there are about fifteen of them, the toasting stage requires constant attention because a scorched chilli ruins the batch, and it is three hours of standing in a kitchen. It is a project rather than a dinner.
Moderate for what it is. The chillies, nuts and seeds add up, and it feeds eight generously with sauce left over.
A blender that can genuinely purée nuts and chilli skins. A fine sieve, and the sieving is not optional — it is what makes a mole velvety rather than gritty. A heavy pot. A dry pan for toasting.
Celebrations, weekends, and cold weather. It is not a weeknight dish under any circumstances.
None.
The chilli purée darkens visibly as it fries — from bright red-brown to something much deeper. The finished mole should be very dark brown, almost black, glossy, and thick enough to coat a spoon heavily and hold a channel when a finger is drawn through it.
Completely smooth. Any grittiness means the sieving was skipped or hurried, and it is the difference between a mole and a paste.
Nothing unusual. The frying stage spits a great deal and deserves a long-handled spoon and some distance.
Scorching the chillies, which is the fault — a few seconds too long and the whole batch is bitter beyond rescue. Skipping the sieving, which leaves a gritty sauce. Skipping the frying stage and simply simmering the purées, which gives a thin, raw, muddy result. Adding the chocolate early, where it can scorch on the base. Treating the sugar as an ingredient rather than a correction. And expecting it to taste of chocolate, which it does not.
Bitter beyond enjoyment: the chillies burnt, and there is no fix. Thin: simmer longer, uncovered. Gritty: sieve it again, which works. Too sharp: a teaspoon of sugar at a time and more salt. Flat: it probably was not fried long enough at the sazonar stage, and another ten minutes of hard frying before more stock goes in will help. Too sweet: more chilli purée if you have any, or more salt.
Essential, and traditional. The sauce is better after a day or two and freezes perfectly. Make it once, freeze it in portions, and it becomes a twenty-minute dinner for months.
A week in the fridge and it improves for several days. This is a sauce that is made ahead as a matter of course.
Very well, with a splash of stock to loosen. It thickens considerably on standing.
Three months and it survives perfectly. Freeze it in portions — the sauce is the work, and having it in a freezer turns a three-hour dish into a twenty-minute one.
Enormously useful. Over eggs, in enchiladas, with roast vegetables, or as the base of a stew. In Mexico leftover mole becomes enmoladas the next day.
Doubles well and is worth doing, since the labour is almost identical. The blending is the only constraint.
The three chillies are doing three different jobs and substituting freely will change the sauce. Ancho is the dried poblano: sweet, raisiny, mild. Pasilla is dried chilaca: darker, more herbal, faintly like tobacco and cocoa. Mulato is a variant of the poblano dried differently: smokier and sweeter still. Between them they build the depth; using one kind three times over makes something flatter. Mexican chocolate is coarse, gritty with sugar and usually flavoured with cinnamon — a very dark plain chocolate plus a little extra cinnamon is a reasonable stand-in. Lard is traditional and oil works.
Not vegetarian as written because of the chicken stock and the lard, both of which can be replaced — the sauce itself is entirely plant-based and a vegetable-stock version poured over roast squash or fried tofu is very good. Contains nuts, sesame and cereals containing gluten, all declared. Not gluten-free because of the bread; a corn tortilla alone can do that job.
Ancho, pasilla and mulato chillies, whole and dried, and it is worth getting all three. Mexican chocolate if you can find it. Fresh whole spices. Tomatillos, tinned if fresh are unavailable.
Buy the dried chillies by the bag from a Latin American grocer, where they cost a fraction of the supermarket price and keep for a year. Chicken thighs and drumsticks are cheaper than breast and much better here. Make a double batch and freeze half — the labour is the cost of this dish, not the ingredients.
The chillies and spices travel well and keep for a year. The chicken is the main impact and using thighs rather than breast is a better use of the bird.
Around 680 calories a serving with chicken. The sauce is nut- and seed-heavy, so a substantial amount of the fat is unsaturated, and there is real protein in it before the chicken is counted. It is a rich dish and it is not an unhealthy one.
Worth it once, and worth freezing so that the once lasts. This is the most ambitious thing on the site and the most rewarding: three hours produces something with a depth nothing else here comes close to, and there is no shortcut that gets you within reach of it. Make double, freeze half, and do not let the chillies burn.
Puebla, in central Mexico.
Mole poblano. Mole alone names a whole family of sauces, of which this is the most famous.
MOH-leh po-BLAH-no. Two syllables in mole, and the second one matters.
From the Nahuatl mulli, meaning sauce. That root is more familiar than it looks: guacamole is ahuacamulli, avocado sauce. So mole simply means sauce, and mole poblano means the sauce of Puebla.
The convent story is the one everybody tells: Sor Andrea de la Asunción at Santa Rosa in Puebla, improvising a sauce for a visiting archbishop or viceroy in the seventeenth century, grinding together whatever the kitchen held. It is a good story, it is repeated in almost every account, and there is no contemporary evidence for it. What the ingredients themselves record is more reliable and more interesting. The chillies, tomatoes, tomatillos, turkey, chocolate and pumpkin seeds are all indigenous to the Americas, and complex ground chilli-and-seed sauces are documented in Mesoamerican cooking before European contact. The almonds, cinnamon, cloves, aniseed, sesame and bread are all Old World. Mole poblano is therefore not an invention so much as a document of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, and the convent story — nuns combining Spanish and indigenous pantries — is a fair metaphor even if it is not a fact.
It is the dish of celebrations: weddings, baptisms, Day of the Dead, and Independence Day. Traditionally it is made with turkey rather than chicken, which is itself a native American bird. Making it is a communal activity in many households because of the labour involved, and a family's mole recipe is a genuine inheritance.
Celebrations, always. Nobody makes mole on a Tuesday.
Two things. The frying of the purées in hot fat before any liquid goes in — sazonar, seasoning the sauce — which darkens and deepens it and is the step that separates a real mole from a blended soup. And grinding on a metate, a stone, which produced a texture a blender approximates and does not equal, which is why the sieving matters so much in a domestic version.
Chicken has largely replaced turkey outside celebrations. Commercial mole pastes are now widely sold in Mexico and widely used, including by good cooks — a jar of paste loosened with stock is a respectable weeknight version and nobody pretends it is the same thing.
Oaxaca is said to have seven moles — negro, rojo, coloradito, amarillo, verde, chichilo and manchamanteles — and they differ enormously, from a bright herbal green to a nearly black one. Mole poblano is the Puebla version and the most internationally known. Mole verde uses fresh herbs and tomatillos and takes an hour rather than three.
It is a fairly orthodox poblano build using chicken rather than turkey. The ingredient list is shorter than some traditional versions, which can run to thirty or more components; the ones here are the load-bearing ones.
The convent legend is given as a legend. The pre-Columbian and Old World components are the standard account.