A Small Cautionary Tale about Cookbooks and Authenticity
When I moved to Mexico in the mid 1990s, I took a series of cooking classes from a very charming and knowledgeable Mexican woman. She started each class by passing…
Read moreWhen I moved to Mexico in the mid 1990s, I took a series of cooking classes from a very charming and knowledgeable Mexican woman. She started each class by passing…
Read moreSitting eating really-worth-eating strawberries and cream in my newly-screened in back patio, idly watching two cardinals facing off on the grass, I reflected on how amazed I am by the…
Read moreEl cerro (the hill) began a hundred yards or so above the street where I lived for ten years in the city of Guanajuato, capital of the state of Guanajuato. …
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