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Diplomatic Sausage Summit

Lunch today felt like a political debate on a plate. The sausage… serious, rustic, standing firmly like a pillar of tradition. It doesn’t know compromise. Its only policy is to sizzle with juices and smell like smoke.

Next to it, beans and corn in a spicy sauce staged a revolution… red, loud, fiery, as if determined to wipe away every trace of boredom from the palate. Corn, of course, played the peacemaker… sweet, mild, the one who always says, “come on, let’s just get along.”

And then, arugula. My eternal signature. Yes, I know, arugula again. I love it so much that someone might think I’ve signed a contract with it. Bitter, defiant, dressed in olive oil and lemon-scented balsamic cream, it came as the ultimate contrast. A reminder that without a touch of bitterness, there can be no balance.

Altogether, the plate looked like a dress rehearsal for what’s to come… the #MexicanChallenge in October. Because if Mexican cuisine teaches us anything, it’s that there are no lukewarm emotions… either it’s spicy, or it’s fiery, or you’ve already eaten too many tortillas and stopped caring.

My lunch may have been just a prelude, but the challenge is only beginning and I’m ready to taste, get my hands dirty, and let the corn stop pretending to be a peacemaker and finally show what it’s really made of.

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