I first experienced El Día de los Muertos in Oaxaca, México, where I studied at La Universidad Mesoamericana with my sister Emily during the fall semester of 1999. I have vivid memories of dusk falling on those days in la Ciudad de Oaxaca. Thousands of candles were flickering throughout the zócalo (the town square), and there was color everywhere. Vibrant sand sculptures formed skeletons and the blossoms of bright orange marigolds made bold borders around the art. It was celebratory, but it was reverent.
Read MoreAnother recipe from my Oaxacan archives. I find it a bit poetic that I discovered hummus in southern Mexico before the internet was really even a thing when it came to food recipes. One particularly patient friend has been gently reminding me for nine months now that he’d sure like this recipe when I have a moment and another demanded the recipe upon the following day. I’m here to serve. And oh, hey, the good news? It’ll make you live longer.
Read MoreThis is a post about travel, about fallout from segregation, and how I discovered Oaxacan cuisine.
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