I didn’t have my first avocado until I was about 12. I think it was the fruit and veg supplier to my mother’s restaurant who gave her a couple of samples to bring home. I liked their mysterious black skin; I loved their nickname, alligator pear; and I was...
I’m not sure where the expression cheap and cheerful comes from. Though I’m sure I didn’t originate it. I’m also not sure who first used the expression cheap and cheerful in regards to wine. But I’m sure I like their description. When you drink as much wine as I do on...
Hot diggity, dog diggity, boom what you used to do to me. I mean just how many Costco hot dogs can you eat? As good as they are and as essential as they seem to be on any shopping expedition to Querétaro or Celaya, once in a while you yearn to wander. Our chauffeurs...
Drinking mezcal in Mexico used to be so easy. You’d buy yourself a one week package to a bikini-laden beach that included airfare, hotel, all you could eat, and, most importantly, all you could drink. Then, you just followed the daily regime: Drinks with umbrellas in...
Call them the Rodney Dangerfield of Mexican fruit. Apart from their frequent appearance in salsas verdes, I rarely see tomatillos being used in Mexico. And, outside of Mexico, I rarely see them at all. I think that’s a shame. For if you want a little sour in any dish,...
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