Ferronlandia

Strip malls are frightening things to me. I often get lost in Bed, Bath & Beyond, and I am constantly bewildered as to how I convince myself every time that having an oversized frozen coffee drink and a cinnabon (and maybe an Aunt Annie’s pretzel too) constitutes a reward for finding my way out of [...]

The first significant experience I had with a tamal was in a small town outside of Merida, Yucatan in the sweltering heat, sitting next to a chicken, a tub of habanero chiles too near for comfort, watching banana leaf packages emerge from an underground fire pit. It was the weekend before Hanal Pixan, meaning Day [...]