I woke up the other morning thinking I was in Mexico. I dreamt I was strolling along a little beach near Tulum, with Bob Marley’s rhythmic words pouring out in the distance.
In the hot summer months it’s easy to fall back on take-out or premade meals; would you want to slave over a hot stove when you could be enjoying the sunshine outside?
I like my salsa hot.
I miss Mexico.
While comfort food is still the norm at this time of year, I’m getting bored with it. I…