Some of my fondest memories as a child involve sharing immense Mexican breakfasts with my family around the table in Acapulco. Since lunchtime was usually not until late afternoon (immediately followed by a nice long siesta), this was our opportunity to fill up on the freshest Mexican cuisine. I still remember the large breakfast room … Continue reading
I spent five years of my life toiling away in the Psychology building at UGA and four of those commuting from Atlanta. And while I don’t miss that commute for one second (and regret not having XM radio), I often miss the small town feel of Athens, only an hour’s drive (and change) from Atlanta. … Continue reading
I hate to admit that there is a loyal following for what I like to call the “gringo taco” in this city. It kills me that many children’s only exposure to a taco is either a crispy shell with greasy, ground meat, shredded lettuce and cheese, or a piece of fried chicken smothered in mayo … Continue reading
my little foodies 