You have arrived at this house, at this table. It’s your house and it’s your table. On it you will see countless “Cinderellas” of popular Mexican national food parade; They have dressed in festive clothes to be rediscovered by you. They are the fruit of the culture and ingenuity of our people. You will have seen them before in humble homes and in rich houses, in markets and in squares with their busy dresses or Sunday clothes. When you try to recognize them, dear diner, do not do so with lasts that hurt their dignity as sovereigns; You hardly need the steel that adorns other tables with a profusion of shapes. Something simpler, smoother and more delicate is enough for you. Don’t you remember that we are made of corn?