Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. I smell a pho that’s not ho hum.

Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. I smell a pho that’s not ho hum.

Don Day’s Wife and I divide our lives almost equally between Toronto and San Miguel de Allende, two, obviously, very different cities. But what we eat in each of those cities varies very little. With one very big exception. In Toronto, a week rarely goes by where we...
Santo Cuviso. Turning saints into sinners since 1756.

Santo Cuviso. Turning saints into sinners since 1756.

I knew Gunther Maier the photographer. I knew Gunther Maier the foodie. I knew Gunther Maier the art director. I knew Gunther Maier the fancier of fast cars and aficionado of vintage Indian bikes. Recently, however, I learned about another Gunther, Gunther Maier the...
In praise of porcine pleasures

In praise of porcine pleasures

Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. But pigs treat us as equals. Winston Churchill said that. People challenge the intelligence of a pig. But in my opinion, any animal that can take soybeans and corn and turn it into bacon is a genius. Don Day said that. I was...
Five recommended mezcals from the guy who wrote the book.

Five recommended mezcals from the guy who wrote the book.

“She is smoky, sexy and complex. She comes from the earth, from Mayahuel, and was perhaps here before colonial times. She has lived through famine, drought, wars and banishment. She has been illegal and looked down upon, but still, she held her head high. Her...
There were beans, beans, as big as…

There were beans, beans, as big as…

I love beans. I love ham and beans. I love baked beans on toast. I love charro beans. I love smoked turkey and beans. I love pasta and beans. I love wieners and beans. I love bacon and beans. And I especially like when those bean dishes are made, from scratch, with...
Learning to love avocados.

Learning to love avocados.

I didn’t have my first avocado until I was about 12. I think it was the fruit and veg supplier to my mother’s restaurant who gave her a couple of samples to bring home. I liked their mysterious black skin; I loved their nickname, alligator pear; and I was...
Five cheap, cheerful, and, yes, Mexican reds.

Five cheap, cheerful, and, yes, Mexican reds.

I’m not sure where the expression cheap and cheerful comes from. Though I’m sure I didn’t originate it. I’m also not sure who first used the expression cheap and cheerful in regards to wine. But I’m sure I like their description. When you drink as much wine as I do on...
Well I’ll be doggoned. A Costco eating alternative.

Well I’ll be doggoned. A Costco eating alternative.

Hot diggity, dog diggity, boom what you used to do to me. I mean just how many Costco hot dogs can you eat? As good as they are and as essential as they seem to be on any shopping expedition to Querétaro or Celaya, once in a while you yearn to wander. Our chauffeurs...
Uncomplicating mezcal. And discovering El Dorado.

Uncomplicating mezcal. And discovering El Dorado.

Drinking mezcal in Mexico used to be so easy. You’d buy yourself a one week package to a bikini-laden beach that included airfare, hotel, all you could eat, and, most importantly, all you could drink. Then, you just followed the daily regime: Drinks with umbrellas in...

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