Boiled Palapa Mayo | One March day, on the shores of Puerto Vallarta, I watched two local women begin cooking under a palapa – one of those open huts with a roof made of thatched palm leaves. I had no idea why they were there or who they were cooking for. It was so hot. What was I seeing? Some culinary mirage? Fueled by a few tequilas, my curiosity got the best of me and I meandered on over. What I found was so simple, but something that eventually would become so profound in my kitchen.