I’ve learned my lesson. If I want Mexican food I need to find the tiniest joint with the largest health violation. That’s where the authentic food is hiding. That’s where the fat and flavor is. At the end of September my dear friend Alina came to visit. She is one of my favorite friends to… Continue reading Nopalito, I so badly want to like you.
Tag: Mexican
A Thing for “itos”
I like any Spanish word ending in -ita. Chiquita, frutita, amorcita, mamacita…I could go on. Adding -ita to the end of a word basically makes it a smaller version of itself. Fruta = fruit. Frutita = little fruit. Make sense? The word frutita will always evoke flashbacks as I can vividly hear my Spanish Madre… Continue reading A Thing for “itos”