January 13, 2010
The first time I had chilaquiles was seven or eight years ago, and appropriately enough, it was the morning after the Day of the Dead celebration in Patzcuaro, Mexico, in a little cantina filled with locals, who, like me, looked like they’d sipped one too many Banderas (the Mexican flag, and the name given to [...]
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January 10, 2010
I realize this may be a hard, if not impossible sell, but you gotta believe me — I didn’t like them, either.
Thing is, I was hoodwinked. There I was, eating my perfectly cooked slices of pork tenderloin at Frenchie, Paris’ restaurant-of-the-moment, and I noticed that my pork was sitting on top of something completely delicious. [...]
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