Maximum Mexican — Mexican Blackened Chicken with Jalapeno Black Beans & Rice and Caramelized Pineapple Salsa finished with Cilantro & Lime. When I pine for long white sand beaches of Mexico, I recall a flavour and make it my own…
Mexico has become a jumping off place for me, in and out and constantly on the move, it's also a place where I 'discover' I'm hungry, like now. This section on "Mexican Quickies" is a tribute to all the wonderful little…
Best shrimp tacos... EVER. Its bright orange you can’t miss it. Paskayitos serves one thing and one thing only, seafood. So fresh it’s nearly wriggling. Throughout the spring and summer I’ve been junctioning out of Puerto Morelos, Mexico. This little…
In the middle of the Yucatan jungle, in a tiny village, bight yellow arches and a great laugh. McGomez! Truly... marketing genius.
I attempt to order my own burger - without fries – instead I ordered a burger... without a father. In the Colonia of Puerto Morelos, at the junction of Highway 307 and Jose Mara Morelos Blvd, Les Michealadas makes a dam decent cheese burger.
In Mexico, every cook has her own tamale recipe, her own sauce, her own masa mix, her own flavours. I didn't get any family secrets from Juantia (who bore holes though me with her icy stare), but Gleacelda galdly gave me a few moments of instruction in how to make tomales in her (pretty darn good) English. I kept up with my extraordinarily bad tourista Spanish/action charades.
Just off the beaten path and worth every step (or stagger); Cantina Habanero boasts the best burger in Puerto Morelos, Mexico. South of Cancun on Highway 307, Puerto Morelos is a cozy fishing village developed enough to be convenient yet small enough to be Mexican, where I stumbled upon a vision, in search of a cure.
Cancun. Just a few miles south, Puerto Morelos. It’s become a second home. For the first time in my life – I bought a one way ticket that took me to Mexico. It felt like freedom. In the heat, I am waiting on a friend. He said he’d be here and he will.
The cafe bustles, three tables seem to overwhelm the staff and proprietor. Content, I wait and ponder the couple across the aisle. She smiles at him like a lover. He looks at her like a meal ticket.
Living on Mexico time. To be honest, I’m more than comfortable with 'relaxed'. The heat and humidity fill me, wandering, completely without purpose, soaking in small town Mexico on the Mayan Riviera. It’s easy to be enchanted by Puerto Morelos.