If you ask people about my eating habits, they will tell you that I, enthusiastically and passionately, eat virtually anything and everything. The crawly, the weird, the squiggly, the strange, the creepy, the ghastly, the eerie, the ugly. It’s true. I do. But I’m also...
I’d only ever seen them in Mexico and, until recently, I thought they were gone from my diet forever, maybe even extinct. These tasty little plants called romeritos used to show up every winter in San Miguel de Allende. Then disappeared. But there they were, back in...
“What brought you in to the restaurant?”, said the well-dressed woman at the doorway to the kitchen. “Was it the sign? I hope it was the sign.” Aaah, the power of advertising. Some bold, all upper-case typography. Wrapped inside a sunshine-colored border. And those...
A lot of people like dogs and cats. A few people like hamsters and budgies. I like cows and pigs. You see I am a carnivore. No make that a capital C and bold Carnivore. I tolerate plants in my diet. I even enjoy a few plants in my diet. But the food I get all in a...
OK. I’m not exactly their target audience. I have grandchildren who aren’t exactly their target audience. But it was one of those early December days when the sunset seduces you into the night and guilt makes it impossible to do another slovenly slouch on the couch....
“Wimpy: “I’d gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.” There are a lot of juicy burgers in San Miguel. Fat Boy’s. Don Lupe. Bovine. Birdie’s. Hank’s. Berlin. But that’s only six. There are seven days in a week. And a lot of people lately have been telling me...
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