Taco ‘bout a nice new addition to the San Miguel food scene.

Taco ‘bout a nice new addition to the San Miguel food scene.

A new taqueria opened in San Miguel de Allende a few weeks ago. Not exactly the biggest news on the local culinary scene you might say. But go ahead, name another San Miguel taqueria. Not too many are there? I can only think of five. Tacos Don Tequila, Baja Fish...
Why don’t ex-pats drink micheladas?

Why don’t ex-pats drink micheladas?

I think I know why. I think it has to do with that can’t teach old dogs new tricks adage. And that’s a barking shame. Because micheladas are one of Mexico’s significant contributions to the world of alcoholic beverages. Almost everyone is guilty or almost guilty of...
Eating creamy, crunchy Canadian ice cream. In the middle of Mexico.

Eating creamy, crunchy Canadian ice cream. In the middle of Mexico.

“There is no one more Canadian than a Canadian who no longer lives in Canada.” Mike Myers I stole that quote. From a woman called Marie Porter. Marie is the author of a new recipe book called More Than Poutine. Favorite Foods from My Home and Native Land and, as you...
The whole enchilada about…well…you can guess what.

The whole enchilada about…well…you can guess what.

“More than tacos, tamales or mole, enchiladas are the national dish of Mexico. Enchiladas reflect Mexico’s history, agriculture and traditions. Enchiladas are the ultimate campesino dish, gone mainstream, even gourmet.” Chef Sylvia Casares, aka The Enchilada...
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...

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