Mexican Picadillo
I’ll never forget the first time I had Mexican Picadillo. I was just a kid, maybe around eight or nine, and I wandered into my abuela’s kitchen, drawn in by that intoxicating aroma wafting through the air. You know what I mean? That unique blend of spices and simmering goodness that just clings to the walls and wraps you up in a big, warm hug. There she was, stirring a pot that seemed like it held all the comforts of the world. The sight of her, hunched over the stove with that one apron tied a little crooked, smiling softly … Read more









