posole


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po·so·le

 (pə-zō′lā, -sō′-) or po·zo·le (-zō′-)
n.
1. Kernels of corn that have been soaked in limewater, hulled, and dried.
2. A stew or soup made with posole, pork, chili, and other seasonings.

[American Spanish pozole, from Nahuatl pozolli.]

posole

(pəˈsəʊleɪ)
n
1. (Cookery) Mexican cookery a Central American stew consisting of hominy, meat, chilli, and other seasonings
2. (Cookery) a drink consisting of maize and water
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Later, we walk across the street to my grandma's house, where she makes the best posole [a thick soup common in the Southwest and Mexico].
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Produce donated by area farmers will go into minestrone and posole soups, which will be served by local leaders.
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Try a few spoonfuls on top of posole (hominy soup) or with roasted potatoes.