1956
One black cast-iron skillet, about three dollars, carried home from a hardware store across the border
Where this comes fromMy grandfather Ramón worked the fields in Texas and California as a bracero. In 1956 he came home to the rancho outside Uruapan with a black iron skillet for my grandmother Chela. She cooked on it every day for fifty years, with her comal right beside it.
She cooked by feel: a handful, a little more, until it looks right. I was the grandchild who stood on a chair by her stove, and when she passed in 2019, the skillet and the comal came to me.
This book is her kitchen and the rest of Mexico's, written down with real cups, spoons and grams. Every recipe was checked against several trusted Mexican and Mexican-American sources, and every dish is credited to the region it comes from.
“The tomato is water too, mijo. Nobody counts it, and that is why their rice is sad.”Abuela Chela, on red rice