my parents are in my kitchen making tacos de papas con chorizo. it smells heavenly. after a light-headed, wobbly morning, i'm feeling fortified by the coming vision of a plate of those savory, homemade delicacies. the aztec gods are jealous.
my memory is not what it used to be. heck, it never was, so here's a chance for me to document in my own way my search for tasty food, my need to take photographs, and the living of life as an actress kicking the butt of ovarian cancer in the most documented city of all.