One of our outings included snorkeling in La Jolla, a small and elite village just to the north. There, we ate lunch at La Valencia, a resort hotel dubbed The Pink Lady. And pink she is! We sat outside and enjoyed whatever sandwiches we ordered - mine was most likely something featuring the local seafood. I do love my seafood! Our waiter, a kind man with just enough gray at the temples to be fatherly, asked if we were visitors. One yes, one no. "Will you be visiting my home town in Mexico while you are here?" he asked? David told him that we planned to go south beyond Tijuana the next day. "Well, then, you must go to my cousin's restaurant - he is the maître d' at a fine French restaurant called El Rey Sol." "French?" we both inquired with a hint of curiosity in our voices? "Yes, French."
ChefShop.com, the package of which I write today is a culinary preparation. Salmone al Cartoccio. According to my Italian-English dictionary, 'cartoccio' means 'paper bag' or, in a culinary usage, 'aluminum foil.' I venture to guess that when recipes were created 'al cartoccio' for the first time, aluminum foil was not an option and paper was.