The hunt for the hard shell taco.

The hunt for the hard shell taco.

I admit it. I am a food snob. A nose in the stratosphere prig when it comes to food. And that sometimes presents problems. Major problems. The first Mexican dish I ever ate was a taco. Well, OK, this taco wasn’t really Mexican. But I thought it was. I was sure it was....
Borscht. One very good reason to visit Verintort.

Borscht. One very good reason to visit Verintort.

“Pokhlebkin and the Soviet Union are dead, yet Borshchland lives on. Recipes, like birds, ignore political boundaries … The faint outline of the Tsarist-Soviet imperium still glimmers in the collective steam off bowls of beetroot and cabbage in meat stock, and...
Mamey, how I love ya, how I love ya.

Mamey, how I love ya, how I love ya.

Portions of this post have appeared on Don Day in SMA previously. I don’t remember my exact age when I tasted my first banana but I remember I was already a few years old. I’m not sure if it was rationing, scarcity, price, or just that they hadn’t...
It’s all Greek (and all good) to me.

It’s all Greek (and all good) to me.

Long ago, in a land not so far away, there was a town called Toronto where, much to my sadness, the sidewalks were rolled up each and every Saturday at 11:00 pm. Fortunately there was a remedy. At five minutes before this weekly event, I could go to a large glass box...