Speaking of Food

My daughter sent me the link to this marvelous article about a California child exiled to New England. Here are a few lines to whet your appetite.
I wandered to the supermarket down the street, a grocery store that nearly stretched across an entire city block. In many ways, it resembled those I had shopped at in Santa Barbara, Calif., and Los Angeles, except it was underground.
So imagine my surprise when I stepped off the escalator onto the cavernous floor and the only type of chiles I could find were jalapenos. When I asked for tortillas, I was directed to hard taco shells. Even the tomatoes looked a little gray.
I craved the simple Mexican food that my family made, or that could be found in any neighborhood restaurant in California.
The article also has a couple of easy recipes, too.