Happy Birthday to our lost compadre, Steve Rogers. Steve would have been 74 today. Steve was a serious student of Mexican cooking and culture, and his knowledge of Mexico’s highway system rivaled that of the toughest pro trucker. I remember him best in the driver’s seat, tapping his meaty fingers on the steering wheel in tune to a classic country tune as we blazed across the high deserts of Mexico in a rattletrap van. He could fix your camper (temporarily) with a coat hanger and create a six course meal out of the dregs of your cooler. He was irascibly funny, pleasantly depraved, and deeply kind. We miss him.