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...
Beyond Meat. Beyond expectations.

Beyond Meat. Beyond expectations.

A lot of people like dogs and cats. A few people like hamsters and budgies. I like cows and pigs. You see I am a carnivore. No make that a capital C and bold Carnivore. I tolerate plants in my diet. I even enjoy a few plants in my diet. But the food I get all in a...
Hey Mango. Mango Mexicano.

Hey Mango. Mango Mexicano.

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...