My toddler has a chamoy obsession. Like, full meltdown if we walk past a fruit cart and don’t stop. So I started making mango chamoy at home and honestly? It’s better than anything we’ve bought at a stand. The first time I made this, my teenager walked through the kitchen, grabbed a piece off the … Read more
My husband once said this Chipotle Barbacoa was “better than Chipotle.” Coming from a man who considers the real Chipotle a love language, that felt like winning a James Beard Award. I first made chipotle barbacoa on a Sunday when I had a big chunk of beef chuck in my fridge and a serious craving. … Read more
My husband asked me to put this instant pot chicken tortilla soup on permanent rotation after the very first bite. I’m talking, he literally said “this goes on the list.” High praise from a man who normally just says “yeah, it’s good.” I started making this on a rainy Tuesday when I had frozen chicken … Read more
My husband took one bite of these baja shrimp tacos, looked up, and said “can we just have these every Friday forever?” That was six months ago. We basically do. I made my first batch after a trip to San Diego where we ate fish tacos straight off the pier. I came home obsessed and … Read more
My husband called this Chili Relleno Casserole “the best thing you’ve ever made” on a random Tuesday night. High praise from a man who once ranked my birria above his grandmother’s. I’ve always loved chili rellenos at restaurants but honestly? Standing over a pot of hot oil with a toddler at my ankles is not … Read more
My husband took one bite of this Bang Bang Burrito and immediately asked me to add it to the permanent rotation. That’s the highest honor in our house. The teenager stopped scrolling. The toddler asked for “more sauce.” Done. I started making this after I had leftover Bang Bang sauce in the fridge and a … Read more
Honest truth? The first time I figured out how to cook pork belly in a slow cooker, my husband ate three servings and didn’t say a word the entire time. Just kept cutting more slices. That’s how I knew I had something. Pork belly intimidated me for years. I thought it was a restaurant thing. … Read more
Every fall I make a batch of pumpkin empanadas and my teenager inhales them before they’ve even cooled down. My toddler? She just walks around holding one like it’s the most important thing in her life. That’s when you know a recipe is a keeper. These pumpkin empanadas started as a Día de los Muertos … Read more
My teenager asked for the pozole verde recipe two weeks after I first made it. That never happens. She usually acts like acknowledging my cooking would physically hurt her. I stumbled into this one on a chilly October night when I had tomatillos, a rotisserie chicken, and a vague memory of the bowl I’d had … Read more
This mexican chicken casserole hits our dinner table at least twice a month, and every single time my teenager asks for seconds before I’ve even sat down. I first made this on a Tuesday when I had leftover rotisserie chicken, half a can of enchilada sauce, and a strong desire to not think too hard … Read more