I was born and raised in Mexico and my first memories of food come from my maternal grandma. I remember going with her to the little local market around the corner to buy essentials. With her purse under one arm and the other one holding my hand, we would go and choose a selection of vegetables, herbs and chilies to make fresh salsa, a bit of meat or chicken, fresh cheese and a couple of kilos of fresh tortillas. We would then go home and she would prepare the most delicious meals to feed a big family, especially so when we were all visiting her house during the summer, so many cousins, aunties and uncles!
