9 years ago I traveled to Mexico with my friend Randy. It was my first time out of the country, I’d never lived outside of Mississippi even. Last week I returned to the same place in Mexico with the same friend but this time I felt a lot different…because, you know, I’m WORLDLY now. Joining Randy and I this time was one of my former roommates from my Brooklyn days, Maggie. Hurricane Ernesto threatened our beach time, so we three headed to the market to stock up on supplies-tequila, some food and for me, pickles.

I’ve swallowed pills bigger than this.

Oh good, they’re KOSHER!
Everyone survived Ernesto, except for those tiny pickles. I polished off that jar from breakfast one day in about 3 minutes. The spears were left behind in our fridge for the next guests. They were soft and mushy and tasted very artificial, like they were just cucumbers wearing a store-bought pickle costume. Mexico excels in many, many areas but not in the pickle world. Besides all of the delicious food, the beautiful people and the landscape, my personal highlight of the trip was a delicious and SPICY microbrew beer simply called Chili Beer.

So spicy, you’ll need another beer.
I can’t remember if I ate the chili when I was done with the beer…so let’s just say I did. Por que no?