Yesterday I spent 3 hours making dinner for some people who were going to come over to our house and eat with us. They were friends of ours who grew up in Mexico and I thought they might be a little homesick. I decided to make flautas, red rice, guacamole and green salsa.
I really wanted the food to be outstanding, and I thought it was.
The really crappy thing was that when one person took a big first bite they shrugged their shoulders and said, "it's good, but you can tell it was made in the US. Not authentic."
I was crushed, but played it off convincingly.
After dinner the ear doctor informed me that she was full of it, and the food tasted exactly how he remembered it tasting when he lived in Mexico City for 2 years.