This is a submission for Frontend Challenge - Comfort Food Edition, Perfect Landing
Mexico is our heritage. Yet, we have no family there to visit.
That sounds sadder than it is. What it actually meant, for the years before my wife and I were married and most of our time off since, is that we had to go find it ourselves. No family kitchen waiting. No grandmother's recipe with an address attached. Just the two of us and a country that is ours and that we did not know.
So we did what every hungry person in a new city does...we ate.
Six cities, six completely different cuisines, and somewhere in there it stopped feeling like traveling. A tlayuda from a stand outside Santo Domingo in Oaxaca. An hour in line at El Yaqui with a michelada in Rosarito. Different food every time. Same feeling every time, and there is no English word for that feeling.
