Maso Tartlets

I would not eat sopes at all for eighteen years because they brought me back too completely to the boardinghouse where my sister Marina and I lived with thirteen other boarders during my last two college years. One taste of a sope, the delicious Mexican snack, and I was right back in Guadalajara, aged about twenty and endlessly reliving the same dismal scenario.

The house is airy, spacious, and comfortable and is run efficiently—but by three unhappy wo