Like reheated escargot, here’s a blog post from seven years ago.
Morelia‘s a fairly sophisticated city, as far as cities of its size in Mexico go. And its culinary offerings just keep on amazing me. One Moreliana, twenty years my junior, tells me that she can remember the time when there was no Comercial Mexicana, when everyone shopped at the Mercado Independencia, and when broccoli was considered exotic fare, available only by driving to San Miguel de Allende.
Between Costco, Comercial Mega, and Superama, Belgian endive,yellow tomatoes, frozen ostrich, white eggplant,dried seaweed, Arborio rice, wasabi in a tube, anguilas (baby eel), giant fish eggs, and cannedescargot can be had on any day of the week. But one thing’s missing.
But first I must digress.
Growing up in Southern California in the late 1950’s and 1960’s, I developed a broad range of tastes, in large part to my mother’s belief in Sunset magazine as the Bible for…
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