Mexican food. I love it. What can I say? I'm Mexican and I know what the real stuff is. I grew up making tortillas and eating beans and rice almost at every meal. I love going to fiestas and bodas because they always serve up the best of Mexican cuisine. From tamales,tacos, enchiladas to horachata I have had it all and I love most of it. Driving through the streets of Tucson it's obvious plenty of other people love it as well.

Now, I'm not much of a cook but I figure now is the time to start. This next semester I will attempt to make my favorite Mexican dishes and try out some old family recipes. Through this blog I will document my attempts and how good or horribly disgusting the food turned out and I will also be sharing recipes so others can enjoy the fine tastes of the southwest. I am also going to share the stories of the amazing men and women who not only know how to cook these amazing Mexican dishes but also tell of their stories of how and when they decided to come to the U.S. and the struggles they have had and are currently facing.

Growing up in Tucson I have always read about and heard about border issues and many times people I know and love have been affected by these issues. When I was in junior high school I moved from the southwest corner of Tucson to the northeast. When we moved and I began school on the northeast side of town it didn't take long for me to realize that I was the minority.

All my life I've heard people's thoughts, complaints and opinions on the Mexicans who cross the border but never have I heard of anyone complain about the food recipes and traditions that came over with them. No one complains about how food traditions and recipes cross borders. Why? Because it doesn't matter what country the food originated from. People love to eat, we need to eat, it's a common need of every human being. If there one thing that can bring people together it's food.