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.…
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“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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