Cafe y Chisme Corner
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Cafe y Chisme Corner
Huarache (the Food, Not the Sandal): Mexico Cit...
When I first told a coworker I'd had an amazing huarache for breakfast, she looked at my feet in confusion for a solid five seconds before I realized what she...
Huarache (the Food, Not the Sandal): Mexico Cit...
When I first told a coworker I'd had an amazing huarache for breakfast, she looked at my feet in confusion for a solid five seconds before I realized what she...
Pambazo: Mexico City's Red-Dipped Sandwich That...
The first time I watched a street vendor make a pambazo, I thought she'd burned the bread. She dunked a whole roll into a pot of deep red sauce, let...
Pambazo: Mexico City's Red-Dipped Sandwich That...
The first time I watched a street vendor make a pambazo, I thought she'd burned the bread. She dunked a whole roll into a pot of deep red sauce, let...
Cochinita Pibil: The Yucatán Dish That Takes Al...
My tía Rosario in Mérida used to start cooking on Friday night for a Sunday lunch, and as a kid I never understood why anyone needed two days to make...
Cochinita Pibil: The Yucatán Dish That Takes Al...
My tía Rosario in Mérida used to start cooking on Friday night for a Sunday lunch, and as a kid I never understood why anyone needed two days to make...
Paletas Mexicanas: Why the Popsicle Truck Guy I...
The paletero on my street in Guadalajara was named Don Beto, and he'd been pushing the same rattling cart past our house every afternoon for as long as I could...
Paletas Mexicanas: Why the Popsicle Truck Guy I...
The paletero on my street in Guadalajara was named Don Beto, and he'd been pushing the same rattling cart past our house every afternoon for as long as I could...
Raspado: The Shaved Ice That's Not a Snow Cone,...
My cousins and I used to hear the raspado cart before we saw it — the scrape of metal on ice, this rhythmic shhk-shhk-shhk coming down the block in Tijuana...
Raspado: The Shaved Ice That's Not a Snow Cone,...
My cousins and I used to hear the raspado cart before we saw it — the scrape of metal on ice, this rhythmic shhk-shhk-shhk coming down the block in Tijuana...
Pan de Muerto: The Bread That's Not About the R...
Every year on the last days of October, my abuela Consuelo clears a shelf in the living room and sets out a photo of her brother Rogelio, gone now for...
Pan de Muerto: The Bread That's Not About the R...
Every year on the last days of October, my abuela Consuelo clears a shelf in the living room and sets out a photo of her brother Rogelio, gone now for...