Last night, our first night in town, we had dinner at El Bajio, a Veracruz-style Mexican place in the neighborhood. It was cute: Bright textiles on the walls, baskets, orange napkins. I had the ceviche verde, which was decent, and a yummy ensalada de nopales with strips of grilled panela. Crayton had enchiladas verdes. (When […]
Crayton's company put us up in Polanco, which just happens to be the Beverly Hills of Mexico City. It's leafy and green and full of cafes and shops and men walking around in suits. (Or at least, they were this morning.) Our new apartment -- where we'll be staying for the next month or so, […]
In the days before we left, people kept asking us: "Aren't you excited?" Really, it hadn't hit me yet. I was too busy worrying about saying goodbye to friends and living in the Hotel California, AKA the downtown Dallas Westin. (How can the elevator button in the lobby not WORK?) Finally, yesterday, when the plane […]
The moving company told me I couldn't take any pantry items on the move. The whole idea made me really sad. I've spent the past two years building up my pantry. It's the enabler of all my cooking whims. If I want to, say, make a quick buckwheat soup, I don't have to go to […]
