My passion for authentic Mexican food began thirty years ago in Mazatlan when I ignored travel guide warnings and wandered from my hotel buffet to an open air street vendor for lunch. It was a small brightly colored kioske surrounded by bar stools where you bellied up to a counter to order and eat. Unable to
For this week’s Salmon Saturday, wild caught Sockeye Salmon filets from our freezer stash became a platform for using up some of our garden produce. My lush basil plants on the back patio are starting to wane, I guess you can’t blame them. After a long and successful Summer of providing me with ribbons of
Asian Sloppy Joes One Saturday afternoon last Fall, we were browsing PBS and came across a quite curious scene. An Oriental chef was working furiously over a stove packed full of woks, pressure cookers and sauce pans, all of them steaming, sizzling, smoking or hissing at full speed. Standing alongside the chef were mom and
A shot at our booth, a lunch outing at Patsy’s Inn, the oldest Italian Restaurant in Denver. My husband is a Denver native and grew up in what we affectionately call “the old country” and officially known as the “Little Italy“. In recent years, the area has undergone a renovation and now is part
A year ago, if you would have told me that one of my favorite neighborhood restaurants would be stuck in the far east end of the Super Target parking lot in the strip mall at Yosemite and Lincoln, I would have laughed.