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Years ago for my 40th birthday my amazing wife took me to 10 days of cooking school down in Oaxaca, Mexico. It was probably the best vacation I’ve ever been on. I fondly recall how every morning we’d get up and the class would go to the local market for ingredients, and I have great memories of standing in awe at the sheer number and variety of dried regional chiles available at every market we went visited. Most of the chiles I encountered and fell in love with in those markets I can’t seem to source in the U.S., so I grow a few varieties in my backyard every summer that I can’t find to buy.