World Tour Day Four: Mexico.
When I was pregnant with my first child, this was what I craved. A big bowl of salsa and some chips and I was good to go. At the time, I was working three days a week and on those days I would suggest/coerce/force the girls in the office to go with me to the Mexican restaurant for lunch. We would go to one of the many in the area, all named after some Jose – San Jose, Juan Jose, Don Jose – it didn’t matter which to me, as long as they kept the salsa bowl filled. I know the girls were glad when my due date finally came.
Shortbread 