One of my favorite Mexican dishes. And where it got its start.

One of my favorite Mexican dishes. And where it got its start.

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...
A love story. In six chapters.

A love story. In six chapters.

I wrote what’s below back in January, with little intention of ever publishing it (the photos, especially, were never meant to be shared) and, if I remember right, it was written after a second bottle of wine was opened. A lot of what I wrote has little relevance in...
My romance with romeritos.

My romance with romeritos.

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...
Oh, my goodness. Cherimoyas.

Oh, my goodness. Cherimoyas.

“If I were asked which would be the best fruit, I would choose without hesitation, cherimoya. Its taste, indeed, surpasses that of every other fruit.” There were two reasons I had to write about cherimoyas. I had been reading this book Life In Mexico, a...
I’m embarassed to dance the salsa. But I can make it.

I’m embarassed to dance the salsa. But I can make it.

Don Day doesn’t dance, unless he’s had a few drinks. Don Day doesn’t cook, no matter how many drinks he’s had. Because Don Day’s Wife doesn’t allow him to cook. In fact, Don Day is staunchly discouraged from ever entering the kitchen. Well that is until there...