Recipes for Trouble

Fresh Coffee

As a child, I loved to watch my mother’s face when she ordered coffee in a restaurant. When the steaming cup arrived, she’d frown, blow on it suspiciously. The suspense was unbearable. She’d take a first, dainty sip. Then she’d sigh, deeply, sensually. Dobra kava, she’d say – good coffee. I’d sigh too, with…

Recipes for Trouble

Welcome to my world

To live in the Borderlands means to put chile in the borscht eat whole wheat tortillas speak Tex-Mex with a Brooklyn accent to be stopped by la migra at the border check points… –Gloria Anzaldúa, “Borderlands” Welcome to my world. A world of food stories, culinary memories, and recipes for trouble. Trouble in this…