I remember down to the day that I fell in love with ‘the idea of falling in love’ with a chef. I was living in Sitges, Spain, a quaint seaside village just south of Barcelona. It was the summer of 2006 and I was having dinner in the port at a VERY upscale Mexican restaurant called Don Ramon, owned by a dear friend of mine from Mazatlan. It was the first time I was dining there and I was introduced to something wonderful called a molcajete and ended…