Tamales: The agony and the ecstasy

Everyday Mexican cooking is easy, except when it ain't Between the pandemic lockdown and remodeling of our kitchen and terrace, we hadn't done any entertaining for more than two years, not that we were ever a couple of gay Martha Stewarts who would whip up a Beef Bourguignon, set out the fancy china and tableware …

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The bees, and honey, are coming back

Yesterday, after two years of neglect that Stew blames on the Covid pandemic, political unrest in the U.S. and a misalignment of the stars, he and Gabriel, a local guy who's helping us with garden chores while the regular gardener Ulises paints the two bathrooms, went to check our four beehives, sitting forlorn amid the …

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Our gardener's Texas odyssey and the self-defeating politics of U.S. immigration

It's been almost a year since our gardener Félix went to work in Texas, along with his brothers Juan and Sergio, all of them undocumented. This was Félix's fourth trip across the border. He was a teenager the first two times, and was detained and sent back the third time by Mexican cops, who stole …

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