Growing up in the north of Mexico was fun. I was lucky to have parents who were great cooks, especially my dad, so that meant we used to eat great food all the time. My dad used to be the one who would cook during the weekdays, but on weekends, everyone would get involved.
Our favourite way to spend a Sunday was to make carne asada, particularly during sunny days – which they were, almost every day.
My dad would turn on the grill and everyone would get excited. He was always in charge of grilling the steaks and my mum and the rest of us would prepare everything that would go on a carne asada taco. Our food was simple, but packed with great flavours, and most importantly, we were all
