By Elsa Perez Dean
One of my most vivid childhood memories takes me back…way back, to a time when playing outdoors meant running free for hours on end knowing you’d be rewarded at the end of a long day with an incredible home-cooked meal. The moment I am talking about takes me back to a summer day spent in Mexico, visiting family on their modest ranch. The memory is so vivid I can recall the smell of the animals, the sound of the breeze brushing the corn stalks and the taste of a freshly picked tomato, sprinkled with salt and lime for our afternoon snack. My mouth waters even as I think of it now. (more…)
