{Just your average typical afternoon in Oaxaca}
Oaxaca has a way of working herself into your heart and then one afternoon you suddenly realize that you’re home. That you understand conversations held in a language other than your first one (even though you’re still screwing up the tenses & can’t remember that one specific word you need, even though you KNOW that you know it). That seeing people in traditional dress is normal. That the woman who sells you choriqueso tacos and the guy who does your laundry not only know your name but are happy to see you, and to ask you what you’ve been up to since the last time they saw you (full disclosure: the taco lady sees us A LOT). Almost without realizing it, you’ve built a new home and created a little life full of people you enjoy.
{Cheddar and Garlic Biscuits – saw this recipe online and realized I already had everything in my kitchen to make these – so I did. Little things like this just aren’t possible when you’re on the road, so it’s still quite a treat to be able to cook in my own kitchen – one that is pretty well stocked.}
{Some funny street art from one of our favorite restaurants, which oddly enough serves Tlayudas (the Oaxacan version of a pizza) and not so many mariscos.}
{We took a chocolate workshop this week with Cooperativa Autónoma de Convivencia y Apprendiizaje de Oaxaca – or C.A.C.A.O. We made chocolate from scratch, starting with raw cacao beans. Here’s Kat toasting up some cacao beans on the wood fired comal.}
{Kyle grinding cacao beans via bicycle.}
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