I’m embarrassed talking about Mexican food because every time I am in Mexico I realize I hardly know a damn thing about it even though I always claim to love what I know to be “Mexican food”. Like traveling in Mexico, real Mexican food is a revelation, and on both counts I feel like I have barely scratched the surface.
Before I left on this trip a Mexican friend implored me to not eat street food as it could be dangerously unsanitary, but I think I ate street food more often than not. It looked safe and clean and was almost always delicious. In a situation where food stalls abound, the friend I am traveling with says to always go with the oldest and presumably most experienced person cooking as she will have “command of her kitchen”, she says, so I look for the woman who has the best posture and stands proudly. I never got sick in one month of being in Mexico, though my friend had a bout of food poisoning that wrecked her for two days. She suspects it was some cut watermelon that did her in.
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