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kare_raisu | Jun 17, 2008 09:29 AM

It’s only one day after leaving Guadalajara and ya de repente me pongo trieste. People can say what they want about this city in comparison to other food destinations in Mexico but what I experienced was nothing short of revelatory. I miss it outrageously.

Some etched memories to share right now:

The steam rising from below cloth lifted in basket full of tacos de canasta and the overwhelming scent of maize and tender bite of steamed taco in the cool morning surrounded by the bustling activity of the Mercado Corona.

The sheer beauty of the colores of the pitayas elegantly laid upon delicate green leaves, jewels in appearance and taste.

The endorphin inducing and cooling cabeza sensation of a torta ahogada, the tapatio sandwich that is messy and simple yet very special in my heart.

The satisfaction of that first spoonful of delicious carne en su jugo with crispy bacon and corn freckled rich refritos after arriving with itching anticipation and an empty belly at Karne Garabaldi

Sitting in clear view of the gorgeously tiled and cazuela adorned activity of the kitchen at Las Nueve Esquinas sipping a fresa agua fresca and futilely trying to ponder if a birria in California shadows his one.

Spicy Tepache, tostadas de pata and one of GDL greatest gifts to the culinary world a Jericialla at the very old school La Morenita.

The cheese cannot be explained. The pitiful incarnations on this side are a sin. I left some of my clothes in Jalisco for the space to smuggle pounds – I open my refrigerator and just smile.

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