Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot

17th Annual Oxnard Salsa Festival

Oxnard, California

The stage and hopping dance floor at the Oxnard Salsa Festival

The stage and hopping dance floor at the Oxnard Salsa Festival

Herb likes spicy food, but isn’t much into dancing; his girlfriend Rosemary likes Latin music and goes out cutting the rug every chance she gets. Is there any chance for this relationship? You bet! Send them both to Oxnard, California’s annual Salsa Festival, now in its smash 17th year. It’s a fiery food festival and dance celebration centered on both meanings of the term “salsa”. The quiet coastal city of Oxnard heats up every July as downtown’s Plaza Park and the surrounding area is transformed in to a Latin block party of epic proportions. I was expecting a DJ to be playing Latin music, or one of the local stations blasting its music through a few stacks of speakers, but the event featured live Latin bands, and damned fine ones to boot. A wooden parquet floor was laid out in front of the concert stage, and it was difficult to carve out an area where you could get down without crushing someone’s toes. The dance floor was cordoned off, and just as many people were sitting outside the area enjoying the music. To the left of the stage was a beer garden and to the right a wine tasting tent; despite the free-flowing alcohol, people were well behaved, perhaps because it’s hard to start trouble when you’re having fun. There were several rows of tents selling the typical goods you expect to see at California festivals, but being that this is a salsa festival there was also a variety of vendors selling hot sauce, salsas and even pepper plants. One booth was devoted to the bhut jolokia pepper of India, commonly referred to by Westerners as the ghost chili. Guinness Book of World’s Records recognizes this bad boy as the world’s hottest pepper; for reference, the fiery habanero weighs in at around 300,000 scovile units (denoting the amount of capsaicin, the chemical compound that causes that wonderful burning sensation). The ghost chili boasts a scovile unit rating of over one million, making it a force to be reckoned with on both the input and output phases of consumption. The vendor, Red Hot Foods, offered four levels of hot sauce, with the “milder” versions toned down with that wimpy habanero. Level 4 with the black label is all bhut jolokia, baby, and ready to lay waste to all it comes in contact with. I decided to try some, and when asked which level I wanted, well, I always bet on black. The woman at the booth poured about a quarter of a teaspoon on a tortilla chip, which I subsequently popped into my mouth and let rest on my tongue until the chip started to dissolve. The ensuing chaos was reminiscent of the scene in the movie Alien when the crew of the Nostromo discovers the aliens’ blood to be highly acidic, burning through several decks of the ship. As the chip burned away I could taste the flavor of the pepper, until I swore I could smell the smoke of searing flesh. The sauce burned a hole through my tongue and then started corroding my lower jaw, opening a hole in my neck where the dripping mix of fiery bhut jolokia and liquefied flesh dripped onto the pavement, burning a hole into the asphalt. It felt like that, anyway.

The chicken mole tamale from El Oaxaco

The chicken mole tamale from El Oaxaco

Claudia and I decided to take a break and find some coffee with lots of cream to extinguish the pain, sitting in front of the La Costeña truck. This massive vehicle almost qualifies as a food truck, but they were having people play spin the wheel to win cans and jars of peppery foods available in most area grocery stores; it didn’t seem like any of that real estate was used to cook or prepare any food. Since food seemed like a good idea, we walked over to the crescent that lined the curb on the 5th Street side of the park where the food vendors set up shop. Claudia decided on a couple of carne asada tacos, which looked mighty tasty, but I was in the mood for something a little more exotic. One vendor was selling “authentic English-style fish and chips”; what they were doing at a salsa festival was anybody’s guess. El Oaxaco had a banner advertising that they had chapulines, and since I hadn’t had my USDA daily requirement of grasshoppers, I decided to try theirs. I was informed that they didn’t have them at the booth, but that their restaurant was across the street and I could order them there. Since I was in the mood for eating a fuera (the Spanish equivalent of al fresco) I ordered a chicken mole tamale. The tamale appeared to be wrapped in about ten feet of banana leaf, but every layer pulled back revealed more and more of the rich, spicy tamale. Rather than being smothered in mole, it was mixed inside the tamale, creating a different taste sensation than I am accustomed to, but it was delicious nonetheless.

Purveyors of the evil ghost chili

Purveyors of the evil ghost chili

A circus-sized tent housed the salsa tasting area. The concept was simple; each person to enter the tent was given a bag of tortilla chips and10 tickets that were traded to the salsa chefs in exchange for a sample cup of their best. Each vendor’s tickets would be counted at the end of the event, and the one with the most tickets would be declared the winner. With almost 75 salsas to choose from, trying only 10 was going to be difficult, but some of them were eliminated relatively easily on looks alone. Anything that looked like it came out of a jar of Pace or was served on the side at El Torito was 86ed right off the bat (I soon discovered that El Torito actually had an entry in the contest). Some people may be surprised by my decision to sample the salsa from Vallarta, a large ethnic grocery store chain in the Los Angeles area. As anyone who shops at Vallarta regularly will confirm, their freshly made salsas and pico de gallo are outstanding, and their offerings at the festival were no exception. I particularly liked Chef Gerard and Chuck’s Green Stuff Salsa – their hot variety had a spicy kick without being painful, but it absolutely tasted fresh. It was easy to taste the individual ingredients, and the salsa verde had a nice, healthy green color to it. I’d have to say that my favorite was the Bacon Hot Sauce. On first taste, there’s the familiar burn and flavor from the peppers, but then out of nowhere you’re smacked in the back of the head with a slab of bacon (figuratively, of course). The smoky pork flavor stays through the finish, and I told self-proclaimed Chief Bacon Officer Peter Fishman that although I loved the flavor, I wasn’t sure what it would complement – he answered with a single word: eggs. Eggs. I have no idea why I hadn’t thought of that but once he had mentioned it I wondered how eggs had gone for so long without it. I didn’t detect bits of bacon in the sauce, but Fishman explained that they use bacon flavoring; I’m not sure how they extract that, but I just thank my lucky stars that somebody does. The Oxnard Salsa Festival had their own three official salsas, and I decided to try the mild, mango tango. It was only slightly spicy, with more than typical sweetness (obviously from the mango). It seemed like it might be a good topping for a chicken dish, but didn’t really do much for me straight out of the bowl.

The Salsa Festival is as alive and kicking as the fiery salsas and foods being dished up and the hot Latin music that packs the dance floor; it may even make you forget about the summer heat. You can go alone, or bring your significant other – it’s sure to add some spice to your relationship.

The Annual Oxnard Salsa Festival
Plaza Park
Oxnard, CA 93030 (5th Street between B and C Streets)
GPS Coordinates:  34°11’51.46″N 119°10’49.81″W

GALLERY: See images of Val’s visit to the 2010 Oxnard Salsa Festival

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4 Responses to Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot

  1. Love this. I am a sucker for all thinks hot and spicy, and your encounter with the ghost is one I’d like to experience as well, but not amid throngs of people at a food festival… perhaps in my kitchen or on my couch at home with a big glass of buttermilk on standby. Thanks for the post – Gary

  2. val says:

    Buttermilk? You’ll probably need whipping cream depending on the dosage. The pain lasts longer than the flavor, so I’d have to gravitate more to the lowly habanero, although you should try the ghost chili just to say you did.

    July 30-31, 2011
    Plaza Park, Downtown Oxnard, 11 a.m. to 7 p.m.

    The 18th Annual Oxnard Salsa Festival celebrating salsa food, music and dance will be held on July 30-31, 2011 at Plaza Park, Fifth and B Streets, in historic downtown Oxnard. Everything salsa – the food, the music, the dance – in on the menu at this popular regional festival. Event admission and parking are free. For Festival information, call 805-247-0197 or visit http://www.oxnardsalsafestival.com.

  4. val says:

    Thanks for the update Janis – if it’s anything like last year’s event it should be a hot time!

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