While traveling I've been called a lot of things. Some friends call me rubio, others gringo, others still gringo loco. But of all the names I have been given over the years, I was first christened el güero (pronounced [weh-dow] and alternatively written wero) which can be roughly translated as white guy. It's what they called me on the soccer fields behind the middle school where all the Mexican and Guatemalan guys played on Sunday afternoons. Out there I learned a lot of slang, swear words, and bad grammar, but also that everything you're taught in the classroom is not enough to truly communicate. Language, culture, food, friendship, they are all tied together, all pieces of a puzzle we call community. 

This blog is about food, the friends who have shared their lives and culture through that food, and how both have now become part of my own life. I hope you enjoy cooking and exploring with me.  ¡Buen provecho!