Journey to Cuetzalan
Rain brought back memories that weren’t actually mine, including how my father ate fried ants in his native sierra.
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Rain brought back memories that weren’t actually mine, including how my father ate fried ants in his native sierra.
Read MoreThat’s it. I’m tired. It has been nine months cooking for myself. The summer is now here in Rio de Janeiro and it is hot. I don’t want to cook anymore.
Read MoreI don’t have a television might seem like the vainglorious boast of a pedantic bookworm. It might have been twenty years ago. Today, however, this detail about the choices I’ve made does not say very much, considering all the time I spend on the internet. Apparently, television has gotten better since I was a kid watching […]
Read MoreAt home and preparing my meals every single day, I cannot help but to reflect upon the fact that quarantine is a privilege.
Read MoreI saw how perfect and uniform all of the red fruit were, but I was more preoccupied trying to remember how many of them I would need for the various recipes I would exact. It might have been that same subliminal suspicion that had made me separate, but not read, an article on the global Italian and Chinese mafias for tomatoes.
Read MoreI mean, I assume you’ve already gotten rid of all the other aluminium in the kitchen, right? Right??
Read MoreGarlic at your own risk It has enough garlic to kill Dracula. There should be no reason that pasta aglio e olio couldn’t kill a sinusitis, right? That’s why it was part of my battle plan for the day after I arrived back home, a trip that required two excruciating intercontinental flights. Besides, why else […]
Read MoreThe games continued, unfolding the birth of a new cuisine, in much the same way our ancestors had done on different continents.
Read MoreFor some it is wine, for others, restaurants, carpets, clothes, cars or watches. I try not to criticize, because I think everyone has a certain objects of desire that are coveted. If so, I guess that means that I will always find money for the finest tea.
Read MoreI don’t have enough words of praise and awe for the delicious food of India, but after nearly five weeks in the Subcontinent, there was something to rediscover once back in my kitchen on the other side of the world. Returning to make those personal comfort foods, I realized which foods would be requested before […]
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