It didn’t go quite as planned. The plan was just to be a spectator on the sidelines at the cathedral, the chapel, the temple, the tabernacle, where, on each and every Friday, the all-powerful of all spirits is raised and praised. I had come to watch not to worship....
Lent. For some it means one meal a day. For others it means no meat all day. For me it means something with four times more protein than a lot of meat. For me, it’s the start of escamol season. Escamoles. The first mention of them was early in the 16th Century, when...
There has definitely been what one Mexican friend recently called a “whitening of San Miguel restaurants” in recent years but there is one that is steeped in Mexican history, one that is like walking into a museum, one that takes me back to Mexican food, circa 1975,...
I was extremely jealous this week. I was at Chinaberry Farm, just outside of San Miguel de Allende, chatting to owner Deborah Richards, and I kept thinking “I wish I was doing what she’s doing”. Deborah Richards is growing vegetables, some of the best vegetables I’ve...
I liked Peter Levitan’s idea to lunch at a vegan restaurant. I’m intrigued by vegan cuisine. I wanted to see how far it had come from those not so good old days of celery smoothies and soyburgers. I wanted to know if a vegan restaurant could possibly tantalize my...
Chocolate pudding was the first dessert I ever remember making. I was about 12 years old and there was this exciting new product in my life. It was called instant pudding…not fast, not quick, but instant. It was instant bliss for a 12-year-old mainly because it...
I know my limits when it comes to alcohol. 400 pesos a bottle when I’m drinking at home. 800 pesos a bottle when I’m drinking in a restaurant. It’s not just because I’m cheap. It’s because I don’t have a sophisticated enough palate to warrant climbing any further up...
You’ll rarely ever see them in a supermarket. And when you do, they’re almost always frozen and imported. Yet this is the country where they had their beginnings. Meleagris gallopavo, the wild turkey, is native to Mexico. And when the Spanish arrived here, turkeys had...
Damn you covid! It was back in November. I’d discovered this new restaurant that looked right, that felt right, but it was indoors and we’d sworn we weren’t doing indoors until the numbers went down. Then, in January, the daily new case numbers in Mexico not only...
It had nothing at all to do with religion. It was just what everyone did on a Friday. And I loved every moment of it, fatty batter and all. On each and almost every Friday, I ate fish and chips. So imagine how I felt when I saw some almost-bring-me-to-tears news this...
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