Fire burn, and caldron bubble. The Bard came to mind because the broth bubbled non-stop in a fiercely hot molcajete, like a fire underneath that didn't extinguish until dinner was almost done. This wasn't a witches' brew but a tasty stew of grilled chicken, carne asada, shrimp, nopal, tomatoes, pico de gallo, pickled red onions and queso asadero... Continue Reading →