WOW! 300+ posts in June, and it is only July 2, and there are already
31 posts! Bring it on!
The food postings have been very interesting, and has caused me to
reflect on why I cook as I do. My father is my Zacatecas connection;
he came to the U.S. in 1916 as a 4 yr. old - his mother died when he
was 17 yrs. old, so I am sure she impacted his culinary tastes and
traditions. (My mother was born in Calif. - her mother was from
Mexico, but I don't know where; my mother was 5 yrs. old when her
mother died; I was almost 12 yrs. when my mother died. I remember her
as being a good cook - she made flour tortillas everyday, a skill I
NEVER learned; I don't know her culinary traditions.) Back to my
father: he loved carnitas, frijoles de olla, birria, cabeza, cesos,
lengua, capirotada, to name a few. Growing up, these were foods eaten
only on special occasions or holidays. When I first came to Virginia
in the late 60's, the only tortillas available were frozen corn
tortillas!! By