Growing up, my world of food was beautifully simple: it was all Mexican, all the time. My mom filled our home with the comforting aromas of simmering beans, sizzling tortillas, and bubbling pots of caldo. On the rare occasions we went out to eat, it was always to a Mexican restaurant. It wasn’t just food—itContinue reading “My First Taste of Fried Chicken/Mi Primer Bocado de Pollo Frito”