Last summer my brother and his fiancé—wait, let me start there.
Big breaking blog announcement: my little brother got engaged to his longtime girlfriend a few months back, so from now on I will be referring to her as his fiancé; it is only proper.
Anyway, my future sister-in-law turned Mike and me on to elote (pronounced ay-low-tay). Elote, or Mexican street corn, is something that for so many years sounded like the oddest and maybe even grossest combination ever, in my opinion. [Read more…]