I always get jealous around this time of year. Because this time of year is when a lot of San Miguelenses go to the beach. Actually I don’t get jealous when they go. I get jealous when they come back. Because it’s then that they tell me about that day or...
The chairs were being piled on the tables. The signs were starting to lean as much as those of us who’d sampled and judged all of the margaritas. And I stumbled out thinking the glory days are back. The biggest and best social event in San Miguel de Allende has...
I’m not sure how it escaped the fanatical Mexican foodie. But I had never tasted it before in my life. Never had even heard of it in my life. The dish was karne en su jugo. Or as it’s usually spelled, carne en su jugo. Or, as a language-challenged guy like...
Why is it that something you disliked so much as a kid, you can like so much as an adult? They say it’s because some things are an acquired taste. But then why did it take me about 15 years to like mushrooms and only 15 minutes to like beer, another supposed...
I loved Sundays when I was a kid. Because Sunday was the day the family would go for a Sunday drive and a Sunday drive always involved food. I still remember my father’s black 1949 Oldsmobile 88. I still remember him telling my Uncle Calvin it had a rear end as...
Honey, do you know where my tackle box is? I thought I’d hook a couple of tunas for dinner.” Yes, I admit it. The first time I saw tunas on a Mexican menu, I thought I’d find something fishy in my salad, not the fruit that is so important to Mexico...
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