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...
“What brought you in to the restaurant?”, said the well-dressed woman at the doorway to the kitchen. “Was it the sign? I hope it was the sign.” Aaah, the power of advertising. Some bold, all upper-case typography. Wrapped inside a sunshine-colored border. And those...
I don’t think I’d ever had a mango until I was in my thirties and visited my parents in Florida. Bright yellow mangos, amber rum, rosy red cranberry juice and a turquoise Hamilton Beach blender created the cocktail de jour of the senior set and it only took an evening...
Don Day’s Wife and I had dinner with Jorge Córcega recently. Jorge is the executive chef and co-owner of new San Miguel de Allende restaurant, La Ruta de la Milpa, and he’s one of the biggest champions I’ve ever met of the ingredients that traditionally are used in...
Is there anyone else out there old enough to remember Marlene Dietrich singing that song in Destry Rides Again? I was humming it to myself the other day when Don Day’s Wife and I were having lunch at Chikatana. I was thinking how tough it must be for Aleysha Serrato...
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