Christmas just isn’t right in Mexico. Too warm and sunny. Zero chance of snow. And tasty as bacalao is, it’s not a Christmas taste. But I will have a Christmassy tasting Christmas this year. Thanks to a little package that made it’s way from England courtesy of someone who knows the joy of receiving little bites of Britain. Jaffa Cakes and marmite! And tea bags for Paola. I hate the stuff. Very un-English, I know.
But Xmas doesn’t stop there. I’ve made my own mincemeat pies. Kipling cakes can go jump this year. And I even found some real cheese in Costco. Real, extra mature, crumbly cheddar. It cost. A hundred and fifty pesos for the oblong chunk. But worth every centavo. This is a serious treat, and a mightily pleasant change from the yellowy, processed, rubbery crap that Mexicans call cheese, and which blisters like plastic under the grill.