Just got back from a cave where the world's oldest corn fossils were found. I'm researching my next work entitled Chocolate, Vanilla, Tortillas & Salsa: Trekking the Birthplace of Food. This saga will transport readers around Mexico and over the story of American cuisine. Think Anthony Bourdain with an extra helping of fun and a side order of down-to-earth spirituality.
A university colleague of mine, who does animation for Marvel Comics, will provide sketches of all the foods referenced on the trip as well as graphic maps to orient the reader. Text box recipes may be included. The cuisine I'll be exploring in depth includes hallucinogenic mushrooms, grasshoppers, mezcal, and cactus.
By the way, I'm typing this post squeezed up against a wall at a friend's house, in order to steal his neighbor's internet signal, because we partied so hard he forgot to pay the bill. Yes, I'm a conquistador, a serious drinker, and a pirate. Sometimes, I'm so manly I scare myself. (Aargh, shiver me Freudian timber!) I'm gonna go put on my Japanese silk bathrobe, so I don't frighten away my metrosexual readers in Vermont.