Blimey, I'm glad my parents grew up Mexican-American then!
Beans, rice and maize tortillas sound much better than that shite, GetOrf!
The advantage of being in a warm climate, too, meant both sets of grandparents grew foods like pecans and other fruits and veg and herbs to season food.
Though French by birth and upbringing, my mother's mother could whip up superb salsas, both green and red, and the memory of her Christmas tamales still makes my mouth water.
My dad's family have very little meat in their diets, as there were five kids and very little money, but looking back the traditional Mexican diet wasn't the worst.
His mother used to make frijoles to die for in a clay pot. All her pots were made from clay and she had an enormous mortar and pestle.
Papa's never had a cavity in his life and, now in his late 70s and having been a smoker for nearly 60 years, he still has all his teeth!