Filipe, Micah and I, in Oaxaca for 10 days. Mythical grandmas, spiritual food and mind-blowing flavors made our journey one of a kind. A reflection on radical cultural shifts endangering centuries of culinary traditions.
It's 4:00 AM, Elvia is warming up el comal. The kitchen already owns a delicate smell of burnt wood and fresh masa.
"Come, come here, i have a small gift for you!" Elvia calls..
The first tortilla of the day is still warm. Crunchy and lightly charred. In its simplicity an explosion of heartwarming flavors.
Mayra walks around the plantation carefully caressing the Chilhuacle plants. Her favorite is the Chile Negro. Dark coffee color, spicy, sweet, with a unique aroma.
Food gives you an identity, it tells you who you are and where you come from.
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