The Loveliest Night of the Year
When I woke up on Christmas day in 1951 or 52, at the bottom of my bed sat a pink music box. I was only seven or eight at the…
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This is a series on the links between visions of Mexico and Mexicans and interpretations of Mexican food. The first three were prompted by events I attended in Austin, Texas.…
Read more“A meal both more politically American and more philosophical than many of us give it credit for.”
“I’ll be cooking my first turkey tomorrow,” proclaimed the middle-aged man in suburban south Austin as I stood in the checkout line at Costco yesterday, confident that he would meet…
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