Adobo Chicken at Verde Cucina– the smell of the chicken cooking in the open market air of the Saturday Portland Farmers Market at PSU was irresistable.

What, I said IRRESISTIBLE. I made a mess of my fingers and face eating every last bite of chicken from the bone. Although my mom never made chicken adobo, it also brought me back fond memories of bbqs in the back where we would grill the marinated drumsticks of Gai Yang to this similar look and crispy skin, and eat them still warm right away outside in our backyard with all 10 child fingers and it would get on my cheeks as I bit into the meat rather than cutting because I was so hungry after smelling it being prepared and waiting, teased by the scents, and just scooping rice with my fingers rather than getting a silverware involved. Similarly lhere, local meats and produce (anything from the market that's fresh that morning), homemade corn tortillas and fresh salsa make this traditional Mexican classic taste as good as it looks and worth any messy fingers.