In advance of my impending trip to Cancun, I’m glad to see that Mexico is taking some serious steps.
Mexico Builds Border Wall To Keep Out US Assholes
And speaking of the wall, here’s a good cartoon from a Mexican blogger/political cartoonist. The caption reads “Bad Mexico, bad!… It’s cut with cornstarch.”
After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Hold on to your seats. I just put that Moroccan-French (it's Le Creuset) bad boy on the stove, and rather than reading more Ali G jokes and ruining my diction, I will now proceed to list the sketchy non-fresh things I put in my tajine, in a desperate bid for supper:
Last year when I first went to Mexico, I got a little excited about all the flavors of Tang, and I bought Peter a bag of tamarind-flavor Tang. It's been sitting untouched for a year, but finally got its chance to shine:
Tonight's my last night--back in the old favorite Playa del Carmen. Not the greatest beach town, but certainly not the worst, and the array of the Italian tourists' bathing suit styles and depths of tans is quite impressive.
Perhaps too late for some of the most congested, but Adrienne emailed me her vegetable stock recipe today (and she hadn't even heard me hacking like an old man).