You can take the boy out of the city. But you can’t take the city out of the boy. I was 25 years old when I landed my first big job. I had somehow wheedled (I think the word has an h) my way into becoming editor of a magazine called Canadian Farming. Always...
Did you know that October is Pastor Appreciation Month? Really. So in honor of this wonderful way of cooking pork, I suggested I take Don Day’s Wife for an extravagant lunch at San Miguel’s Tuesday Market so we could pay homage in harmony. Recognizing the...
Don Day wanted to write about the better mezcals available in San Miguel shops. But being a retired old age pensioner of modest means (everybody say aaaaahhhh!!!), I couldn’t afford to actually go out and buy a bunch of bottles. So I came up with a...
Forgive me father for I have sinned. Since my last confession I have committed gluttony on at least seven occasions. You see, in San Miguel de Allende, there are so many good restaurants with so many great desserts to lead me astray from the paths of righteousness. It...
If Mexican cows had jobs they’d be fashion models. Because if you’ve ever driven past a Mexican cattle farm you know that Mexican cows are often not much more than skin and bone. Because Mexican cows are skinny cows they have little or no marbling...
Maybe it was the rainbow that had me thinking. How not much has changed (thankfully) since Don Day made one of the best decisions of his life and started to spend a few months each year in San Miguel de Allende. Except, perhaps for one thing. Eleven years ago when Don...
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