I once made Thanksgiving dinner for my Mexican host family. After their first few bites of delicious stuffing, mashed potatoes, and turkey, they threw me a few really nice compliments. A few seconds later, my host sister’s boyfriend reach for the hot sauce and doused everything on the plate like it was gravy.
Now I’m doing the opposite: Chicken, beans, and rice with a bit of Mexican spice, but not too much. Let’s just say it tastes a lot better than Carlos Santana would sound singing Prince’s “Purple Rain”.