That is a big help. Thank you very much.

Have you tried visiting Mexican food and Mexican recipes at MexGrocer.com? They might give some hints.

Also MEXICO HOT OR NOT - Las Hierbas de Cocina: A Culinary Guide to Mexican Herbs - MEXICAN COOKING - COCINA MEXICANA -

I remember seeing some of that stuff down there.
Thanks CanMan.
I swear I need to take my laptop down there with me lol.

(Parts of this is meant in humor or in jest... or is at the very least- sarcastic... just wanted to do a l'il warning before anyone got enraged by any parts of it! Also, none of this is directed at janie or her original question about labeling...)

Relax folks. The whole world speaks English- so we're just a l'il spoiled... and we go nuts when we run into a Spanish word on a map, or a French road-sign up near the Canadian border! And then there are the whackos who think you're a communist if you buy a bottle of "Evian" or "Aquafina" over "Water" at a gas station... Sheesh! I wish we weren't such an ignorant culture (myself, definitely included)

My former partner was born and raised in Argentina and he never learned Spanish at all in school (Argentina's native tongue) It was assumed he would properly learn Spanish at home from his parents- his entire public school education was taught to him in English- English and American history was DRILLED into them. Arturo could name every American president from Washington to Reagan when in high school, and he knew that LBJ was the U.S. president when I was born, but didn't even know that Néstor Kirchner was the president in Argentina the year he was born!

Can you imagine the whacko outcry in the U.S. if all of a sudden we stopped teaching our native tongue and started teaching only Spanish or French or German, and taught strictly Russian or Fillipino, or Canadian history? (by the way- as Americans WHY were we taught ZERO Canadian history?) Lord- there'd by lynch-mobs and large-scale protests formed, and Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity would be on blow-horns in every large city from coast-to-coast rallying the forces!

Travel to any nation in the world and as soon as a shop-keeper, waiter, or man on the street knows you're from the U.S. they're falling all over themselves to accomodate you in English. We'd do well to try and return the kind courtesy here. But instead we prefer to force others to conform to English. It all adds to a rough image-issue of cultural arrogance and negative public perception. For the most part, "foreigners" LOVE Americans, and have great views of us- BUT they do tend to see us all as "Texans" who think we don't need to take into account anyone from anywhere else. And I'd say that's largely a pretty true assessment.

Also, for what it's worth, in every kitchen I ever worked in there were always Latino immigrants (to my knowledge, they were always legal, as they provided proper documents- but for all I know all of the documents may have been false!) from Mexico, the Caribbean, Central America, South America... and as a chef/manager who was really into getting optimum performance from staff, I think I'd have to say that pretty much any immigrant I ever worked with could and did outwork their American counterpart, every single time.

I hate illegal immigration and I recognize its huge problems, BUT, I wish that we as American citizens could nominate lazy, low-life, scum-sucking American citizens to be TRADED to other nations for their hard-working citizens! (Hell- I've got a list of 50 I'd like to ship-off somewhere else as we speak!) I'd take an average Mexican kitchen worker over almost any white American dude, any day of the week- they have the strongest work-ethic I've ever witnessed in my life! (The second strongest work ethic I've ever seen? Mormons!)

More on troubles w/ English...

I have this co-worker (Lordy- this is gonna be a longgggggg story!)

Her name is Belle-Woody-Dean (I sh#t you not!)

I almost hesitate to say where she's from 'cause I definitely don't wish to offend anyone- but it really is a pertinent part of the story... She was, like, raised by a team of wild wolves back in the bayou in deep, southern Louisiana, born in the hollow of a cypress tree, at the bend of a dark mossy river, where grass stopped growin', or some such! Anyway...

She claims to be everything from half-Cherokee to half-Apache, to half-Creole, to half-Russian-Princess! (One of our co-workers says she's "half-Sasquatch"!!!) And she looks like a Heinz-57 of the very best breeding! Hee-Hee!

Anyway, to top it all off- she's got a deeeeeeep drawl, throw in some other bizarre bayou cadence- some "Ugh-Ugh" cave-man accent, and also a pinch of Copenhagen between her cheek & gum and as you can guess- she's a tough ole grizzled bird to understand! I barely catch a danged word that comes outta her head, the first time 'round, and I'm purty good w/ accents!

Well, at our jobs- we gotta do a lotta phone-work. And I just love it when she slams down the phone after dispatchin' police or after servicing an alarm for an agent's office in NY or Cali, or New Mexico and she says' "Dammit! Speak ENGLISH!"

To make the situation even FUNNIER... 9 times outta 10 when she speaks to ANYONE on the phone, I can hear her repeating everything she says 2, 3, 4 or 5 times! No one from anywhere on the map seems to be able to understand a damn word she says! I always feel SO sorry for the po' suckers she has to speak to across country where no one speaks her kind of jibberish!

Poor ol' Belle-Woody-Dean. She's a rare bird, indeed!