Give us this day, our daily tortilla.

Give us this day, our daily tortilla.

You always know when you’re nearing a Mexican village anytime during the morning; there is that unmistakable smell of wood smoke intermingled with that of tortillas cooking on the comal, and the rhythmic patting of the hands as the masa is fashioned into...
Any Port In A Storm – Ramos Pinto In San Miguel.

Any Port In A Storm – Ramos Pinto In San Miguel.

I’d had a thirst for Ramos Pinto Porto ever since I was about fourteen. A taste for Port at the age of fourteen you’re probably saying? As Desi said to Lucy, “I think you have some explainin’ to do.” No my palate for fortified wine...