WOMEN COOKS IN MY LIFE

The moment I hired female bartenders for San Francisco’s Balboa Café, the singles bar testosterone capital of the world, the regulars broke into a riot. 

And left.

As soon as I added flowers they were back and offering me advice on how to do it. 

“Don’t you think you should use gladioli?”

“No, I’m not Dame Edna.”

Now, living in the Yucatán of Mexico, I’ve learned and experienced the importance and culture of a culinary world originating from the ancestral world of women cooks. Mothers, aunties, and grandmothers.

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Three cooks in Merida, Yucatan