His sun-browned fingers move deftly as he checks the irrigation system, sweat dripping from his brow beneath the shade of his ...
One of the things I remember best about summers spent at my abuelita's home in Mexico is the aroma of coffee and sweet bread.
I love this story because I can picture my own abuelita saying the same thing to me with absolute conviction. Except that my grandmother didn't treat minor burns with egg whites but with toothpaste.
The following recipe and excerpt for Abuelita’s Tamales are from “PIXAR: The Official Cookbook” by S. T. Bende and Tara ...