It would be great to live in a place where Mexican cheese, peppers, marinated meats, tomatillos, and handmade tortillas were easily accessible. This cookbook takes us to Los Angeles, where asada can be an adjective or noun. The book shows us how holding an “asada” (a grill party) could be done in places other than Oaxaca. I fear that it would be tough in Japan.
Still, I have been doing OK for myself here, and the recipes in this book were inspiring me to push the envelope a little and do new things. Make my own flour tortillas? OK, I’ll give it a try this weekend.
I thought this was a pretty good cookbook, a little on the simple side, but overall OK. The photos of the food were really nice, but it seemed like everything was taken at one photoshoot in someone’s back yard and a little more variation would have been nice. But it is a minor point.
Until a Mexican market open up near me I’ll just have to keep improvising here – but it is fun to make the effort.
Next I am reading The Mosquito Coast by Paul Theroux.
