Chocolate Frito pie
I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I seldom order desserts when dining out, and when as kids we’d ride our bikes…
Iron pan, perfect cornbread
Classic things bring me joy. Perhaps it’s part of my frugal nature, but give me something that is destined to last for years…
On mole and matrimony
My dear, food-loving friend Monica recently announced that she and her fiancé John eloped to Oaxaca, Mexico. How appropriate, I thought, as Oaxaca…
Salsa salvation: Ninfa’s green sauce
When I was a small kid in Dallas, my parents and I often ate Mexican at Herrera’s, a charming hole in the wall…
I walk the line: Luby’s
I grew up in a frugal household. After witnessing Houston’s boom and bust in the 70’s, my parents were classic penny pinchers—they clipped…
Black-eyed peas for New Year’s Day
My first New Year’s Day in New York City, I was panic struck: where was I going to find my annual dose of…
Mexican hot chocolate and a molinillo
Growing up, visits to San Antonio were always a cause for celebration. Sure, the River Walk was lovely and the Alamo was historic,…
Let’s make tamales: part 2
You have pots of stewed meat simmering on the stove, bowls overflowing with cheese, green chiles and refried beans, a huge lump of…
Let’s make tamales: part 1
Back in September, the delightful Wednesday Chef cooked a Regina Schrambling recipe for tamales. She was not impressed. No disrespect to Ms. Schrambling,…
