Always get your rompope from a nun

Rompope from the Museo del Dulce

Let me begin by explaining that rompope is basically a Mexican eggnog. The fundamental components are egg yolks, sugar, milk, and rum, though no one will stop you from embellishing your brew with almond paste or cinnamon.

The first time I heard of it, interestingly, was from Scout. Our stay in Morélia was nearing an end, and on our last morning she informed me we needed to source a bottle of rompope for Arthur, our friend the chef who lives next door. And what’s more, the rompope had to be made by nuns.

Surely she was pulling my leg? But no, Scout’s rising voice and flinty expression indicated she was dead serious. I tried to break it to her gently that we were unlikely to come across a bottle of whatever it was, and I didn’t know where to find any nuns. She dug in. If Arthur trusted her to procure nun-made rompope, Scout was damn well going to find it.

With all the optimism of a death-row inmate, I agreed in principle and then quickly changed the subject, hoping that for once in her 13 years, Scout would forget about it later.

We spent the afternoon tromping around the Centro behind our intrepid hostess, Rose, who was giving us her ultimate Morélia tour and craftily pitching the city as our next base. Scout, undistracted by Morélia’s charms, would occasionally hiss, “We need the rompope!”

I was the brink of an unpleasant conversation with Scout about facing certain realities, but then (cue singing angels)…a miracle happened.

When we paused to admire a beautiful courtyard behind the iron gate of an old colonial house, Scout glanced up and noticed that carved into the keystone were the words “Casa de Jesús” And next to that was a hand-painted sign reading, I kid you not, “Rompope se vende aquí. ”

Yes, it was a convent selling rompope.

The gate was locked but almost immediately a tiny nun materialized beside us. She was about 102 years old and beamed like Mother Theresa.  Yes, they sold rompope, she confirmed, to benefit the orphan girls being raised in the convent. And yes, we could come in. After unlocking the gate and ushering us into the courtyard, she headed out of sight and then returned bearing a tray of  shot-glass samples. We toasted, downed the samples (delicious), and then bought a few bottles. A big one for the chef, two smaller ones for us.

Mexican Rompope from Casa de Jesús, Morélia

We ended up buying more later from the Museo de Dulces (candy museum), but the nun rompope blew the candy-museum rompope out of the water.

And there you have it, a prime lesson eventually learned by all nomads. If you just let go, you’ll end up right where you need to be.

MExican rompope from Casa de Jesus in Morelia

The chef & his rompope made by nuns

{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Living Outside of the Box October 7, 2013 at 1:24 pm

Haha! I could hear the angels in your post!!!

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2 Renee October 7, 2013 at 1:40 pm

THanks, Alisa. 😉 Of course now that I know what rompope is, I’m seeing it around here too. Just noticed some bottles at the Monday market.

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3 Kerri October 8, 2013 at 11:24 am

That sounds delicious! Are you going to try to make some at home?

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4 Renee October 14, 2013 at 12:03 pm

Maybe I should. It can’t be that hard. I feel a new post coming on…

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5 Paz October 8, 2013 at 4:03 pm

Not sure what was more fun the rompope or the nun selling it. 🙂

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6 Renee October 14, 2013 at 12:02 pm

Totally. I regret not having my camera…that’s always the way, isn’t it?

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