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Quick: What comes to mind when you hear the term “Mexican food”? Is it chips and salsa, or perhaps fresh guacamole? For me it’s just, you know, food — the stuff my family made every day when I was growing up, whether it was my dad’s Saturday ritual of scrambling eggs with spicy chorizo, or the platters full of carne asada and tamales that marked almost every holiday and family gathering.
The pinnacle of such cooking to me is what my grandmother — whom we affectionately call Pica — churns out on a daily basis, and has for decades. With eight children, dozens of grandchildren, and now great-grandchildren to love and dote on, she often shows her affection by cooking for us. I’m nowhere near as accomplished a