Here’s the thing about me and margaritas: I love a well-made one. Same with a good paloma. Fresh lime juice, real grapefruit juice, decent tequila, none of that bottled neon-green stuff sweetened with corn syrup. Our local Mexican restaurant in Alpharetta makes them properly: fresh-squeezed citrus, balanced sweetness, no shortcuts. When I’m out and the…
If you read Sunday’s post, you already know what these are doing here today. If you didn’t, the short version is: I’m a Texan, it’s Cinco de Mayo week, and I’m cooking what I actually cook on Cinco de Mayo, which is Tex-Mex, made by a Texan, with full honesty about what it is and…
I did not grow up observing Cinco de Mayo. Nobody in my Texas family did. It wasn’t a holiday in the way Christmas or Thanksgiving or even the Fourth of July was a holiday; it was a date on the calendar that occasionally meant something at school and otherwise didn’t. In college it became an…
This roundup is coming to y’all from Weeki Wachee, where I’m spending the long weekend with a friend. If you’re not familiar, Weeki Wachee is a Florida state park where women have been performing as live mermaids in an underwater theater since 1947. Yes, really. And yes, we’re going to see them. We’ve rented a…
I can’t remember where I first saw the combination of purple cabbage and ground beef – it may have been a Hello Fresh recipe – but I remember thinking almost immediately that I thought it would make a good taco filling. So, of course, I had to try it. And it did. As it turns…
Southwestern influenced cuisine has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I’m from Texas. My ex is from Colorado. His family is from Arizona. And I have family in New Mexico. So Tex-Mex, Arizona-Mex, New Mexico-Mex, or any variation of that wonderful blend of regions and cultures has been…
