Getting into the Mexican groove

365 Tasmania

I have been visiting Mexico since I was seven years old. On that trip, I threw a temper tantrum when my parents stopped for dinner because I refused to try fresh lobster with my parents in Rosarito. On my next trip I was probably a year or two older and I remember with distinction my first bite of refried beans. They were salty, creamy, fatty: delicious. A couple of years later my dad took me to San Miguel de Allende. I remember the thrill of strawberry ice cream and getting terribly sick from mole enchiladas. As a teenager I spent a week at a homestay in Ensenada learning Spanish and ate fresh baked conchas (sweet breakfast bread) every day at our midday snack. After college my dad and I drove from Newport Beach to Puerta Vallarta and I experienced Mexican fine dining in Guadalajara. The chiles en nogada blew my…

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