Pozole Rojo For Your Soul
Ahhh, Mexican Pozole. My first encounter with a delicious bowl of pozole rojo is when I lived in “La Mission” of San Francisco during the late nineties. It was often my morning savior after a very long night of revelries. Yes, I burnt the midnight oil like most people in their twenties but, hey, I … Continue reading Pozole Rojo For Your Soul
