Traditional kitchens in the Mixteca are seductive. They have no relationship with what we are used to in the United States. Inside, they are smoky, dark and wonderful. Cleanly dampened and swept dirt floors. No windows but light manages to creep in between the bamboo-like stick walls, and in the small space between the tin or thatched ceiling and the walls. If outside, they are usually covered and open to the air. The smells of freshly made masa from corn grown just outside the door being toasted into a tortilla on a huge clay comal is an unforgettable aroma. And once you taste a real tortilla...well, it's hard to see the relationship between that, and what we are served here at home.
Francisca Garcia Ferrer |
The huge clay comal is the heart of the kitchen, and rightly so, as corn has been their sustenance for thousands of years....it's earthy, round seasoned presence is like a beloved member of the family. The corn grinder in this kitchen is a manual one; some more 'modern' kitchens have a new electric or propane operated free standing machine that is very noisy, but very efficient for feeding large numbers of people. Some of the women in these small towns make 5-6 dozen tortillas (corn, wheat, and a mixture of each) to sell at their local markets to earn an extra $25-35 dollars a week, and the new device is much appreciate
Manual corn grinder |
Many times dogs are only fed tortillas, and they learn to wait patiently outside the kitchen door for their portion. Dogs are not pets the way they are for us, nor cats; they have practical jobs assigned to them -- night watchman,
rodent police, garbage collector -- and are actually bought and sold, cats fetch 30-40 pesos -- $2.50-4$! They are not attributed with feelings or needs; it takes a while to get used to the treatment of these domestic creatures. (I remember receiving a letter from home while while in the Peace Corps in El Salvador; my Dad knew our beloved beagle was really sick when he refused a large portion of roast beef....I read this after coming back from the wake of a baby who died in essence from dehydration and starvation..... we don't know how lucky we have it.)
This was the first picture I took at the very beginning of this project, over a year ago. We all felt it had special significance.....and still do!
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