My Mexican Kitchen

Here're THE RIVINGTONS, for your entertainment:   ( Of course, this video and song has absolutely nothing to do with today's di...

Dedicated to my Mother, Helen; my Grandma Ann; Minnie, our Italian American neighbor, and especially to my Uncle Irwin, who fixed me spaghe...

Pescado en Hoja Santa at El Muelle, Oaxaca. A simple, and picante version. I am not a cooker of fish. We prefer to eat fish in marisq...

Emilio's Grill looks like a fast food outlet in the Gastronómico food court, sandwiched between a bank, a Blockbuster and the Home Depot...

The tomato may have originated in México (or in the Andes), but among tomato connoisseurs, the Mexican grown fruit/berry of the nightshade S...

THEN and THERE: Back in the '70s, when we lived in Springfield, MO , the Vegetarian Wave was sweeping ashore with the counter-culture m...

Two Fish In A Bowl What can I say? I was wrong. After attending one of the first of these affairs in Pátzcuaro, back around 2005 or ...

In the last two years or so I'd become more and more dissatisfied with our old, GE (made by Mabe, México) stove and oven. The oven was e...