In a typical Mexican home, life revolves around food. For my family, food is synonymous with love. Everyone was a good cook but it was my dad, Martin, who planted the seed of my love of cooking. He was always in the kitchen and I have fond memories of him asking me to help him chop vegetables or fry something.
Ensenada fish tacos are named after the port city where I grew up and were created by a taco seller there. In the city, every family has its own variation. My family’s version has been with us for a long time and it’s special to me, as my father wrote the recipe in my diary before I came to London 17 years ago. He said: ‘Now you can cook proper Ensenada fish tacos for English people.’