okay so first—confession. i’m the person who owns way too many coffee gadgets. like, embarrassingly too many. french press, moka pot, an aeropress that lives in my travel backpack, plus…
so. i’ve been thinking about water. not in the “deep philosophical” sense (though, sure, water is like, life, etc.), but literally the glass of tap water i pour every morning…
I was going to start with something smart like “street food is the heartbeat of Mexico,” but no. the first time I leaned against a plastic stool on a cracked…
my pantry’s a liar. looks organized from the outside — wooden door, little handle, nothing scandalous. open it though and you’ll see… chaos. like, bags of dried chilies shoved behind…
so, french onion soup, huh? the fancy dish everyone claims is just so comforting. you know the one: warm broth, gooey cheese, golden caramelized onions, a chunk of bread floating…
the jarred stuff fooled me for years. thick, gloopy, sour like it had been hiding in the back of the fridge even though it came straight from the store shelf.…
the bag of masa harina sat on my counter for a week before I touched it. every day I walked by like, “today’s the day.” nope. I’d make tea, scroll…
the first time I made salsa verde, it looked like pond water. not even exaggerating. I threw tomatillos in a pot, boiled them to death, blended them while still steaming,…
funny thing: I used to think corn was… boring. like the side dish you tolerate at a cookout while secretly hoping someone brought potato salad. yellow, bland, predictable. then one…
so here’s the thing. tacos. i keep telling myself I’m not obsessed, but then I look at my grocery list and—yep, tortillas again. tortillas and limes, like every single week.…
Jessica