We Canadians apparently drink about 400 million of them a year. The rest of the world combined apparently drinks only 150 million. I’ve always been bewildered as to why. Their loss, our gain, I guess. I’m talking about the caesar or, as its sometimes known, the bloody...
I had been starving for a new Mexican cookbook for quite a while. Yet there it was. Sitting on that virtual shelf of my local library. Easily discovered in the cuisine section of their e-books selection since last year. The title was My Mexico City Kitchen. Not the...
I wrote this in March during the days when we first added the word covid to our vocabulary. With restaurants locking their doors, the timing certainly wasn’t right for a rave review. Now, those doors are opening again in San Miguel de Allende, so here it is. Those...
In Mexico, I drink a lot of Mexican wine. In Canada, where I’m holed up these days, I drink none. Not one single bottle. Despite what you may hear about the international success of Mexican wineries, there is only one winery that I know of who has distribution here,...
My Kiwi Neighbor: “We have a different name for that fish in New Zealand.” Don Day: “Oh yeh. What do you call it there?” My Kiwi Neighbor: “Cat food.” I rarely eat tilapia. It’s not that I don’t like the taste. I just don’t like the treatment. Because tilapia don’t...
I think it might be the toughest decision to make in the whole wide world of dining. Just pick up the menu in almost any ramen restaurant and you’ll find at least ten, maybe twenty different ramens to choose from. You’ll see words like shio and shoyu, hakate and...
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