So there I was, standing in arrivals at Mexico City airport, after five hours of being sardined into a middle seat, now standing and watching an empty carousel rotate for an hour. “I better go and try to put the brakes on the shuttle”, said Don Day’s Wife. “We’ll...
After having been bunkered up in Toronto for far too many months, on my return to San Miguel de Allende, the very first restaurant I headed to was El Pato. I had been dreaming for weeks…no, make that months…about mixiote served by El Pato’s always...
I can’t remember exactly when I first tasted bacalao but I think I already had a three as the first digit of my age. I don’t really know what took me so long either. There weren’t too many other dishes that hadn’t somehow landed on a plate in front of me. I think it...
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...
My name is Don Day and I am a chocoholic. I have been clean now for 11 hours and 35 minutes. I have not touched a single brown beauty since I lay in bed last night reading Like Water For Chocolate and hoovered the entire 250 gram bar of Cadbury’s Fruit & Nut that...
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