day people fight to live. all too often they lose that battle. the magnificent, heartbreakingly beautiful country. music and food. any uniquely mexican darkly funny, deeply felt worldview. right down there. cuddled up beneath us, our brother from another mother. while it is beautiful. felt the cool rain noma show love. holy mother of santa muerta. please protect my stash of cocaine. let it not be interfered with by the cops. where the competition let any who would mess with me. be killed. my enemies destroyed. please forgive us our sins for they are many. so it s business . good i mean, is there are there more murders, particularly in article murders? commercial? droga already. barbara. he s there having last permissible. every day, mexico wakes up to count the dead. they are, after all, left out to be seen. often with a helpful note identifying who done what and generally speaking why. there is a language to the never ending violence coded message in the twists and marks of
role to develop in the family, right was to water, the chili plantation tomato plantation to milk the cows. and help my mom while she was making tortillas like that she was get give me directions and telling me okay, rosa chilies, rosa tomatoes. i tell you how to prepare milk ahead to salsa. so that was the beginning of my profession. learning from the knowledge of how a tomato should taste like when you cut it directly from the plant. where should taste that s why. hmm. oh, man. happy this is what you should do. try the extras like this. just grab grab a hunk. yes put salsa. yeah. hmm. i haven t been anywhere in mexico with the cooking is better than here. this is a way to preserve our culture throughout food. good