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...
In pursuit of the tastiest tomatillos.

In pursuit of the tastiest tomatillos.

Call them the Rodney Dangerfield of Mexican fruit. Apart from their frequent appearance in salsas verdes, I rarely see tomatillos being used in Mexico. And, outside of Mexico, I rarely see them at all. I think that’s a shame. For if you want a little sour in any dish,...
Twice upon a time in Mexico.

Twice upon a time in Mexico.

“El, you really must try this because it’s puerco pibil. It’s a slow-roasted pork, nothing fancy. It just happens to be my favorite, and I order it with a tequila and lime in every dive I go to in this country. And honestly, that is the best it’s...
Seven Deadly Zins. In San Miguel de Allende.

Seven Deadly Zins. In San Miguel de Allende.

I can never quite decide. Is it Cabernet Sauvignon? Or is it Zinfandel? Which one of the red wine grapes is my true favorite? I drink a lot more Cabernet Sauvignon. But that has a lot to do with availability. For in San Miguel de Allende, there are a lot more Cabs to...
Chamonix. Why did we take so long to go back?

Chamonix. Why did we take so long to go back?

Guilty as charged. I’m constantly chasing the very latest and maybe greatest when it comes to restaurants in this town. And neglecting the tried and true. It resulted in a rude awakening last month. One of the few restaurants that’s been around this town as long as I...
How I talked Don Day’s Wife into going camping.

How I talked Don Day’s Wife into going camping.

Despite being a highly-educated woman, Don Day’s Wife sometimes has a somewhat limited vocabulary. Take that most Canadian of words, canoe. “Canoe? The only word I need to know that involves the possibility of people tipping is restaurant.” Then there are those hiking...