What I love about food, not just in Mexico, but just about anywhere, is that you will always discover something new. It happens to me all the time that I will notice something, and then realize that it has been around all the time, right under my nose.
The other weekend we were in Valle de Bravo, a lake resort town in Mexico State. While strolling through the main square one night we found an old man selling these small little round fruits that resembled a berry. My tita and aunt Lupita pointed out that they were green mountain tomatoes, and make a really delicious salsa. We brought them home to Rossy, who cooks for my aunt, and is from the town and conosseur of the local foods. She brought them to a boil in a pot of water, took them off the heat, and then blended them up with a little bit of white onion, and some jalapeno. The salsa was delicious- slightly acidic, and naturally smoky. You could taste the woods from where it came! We ate it with jocoque seco on baked totopos (like nacho chips).
What was fun about those tomatoes was that they were something we happened upon. Those tomatoes are not always in season, nor are they available everywhere. We could taste something new and different, something unique to where we were at that place and time. I love new discoveries!