So, in honor of UNESCO's recent recognition of Mexican food and the Michoacan paradigm as products of intangible cultural heritage,* I take you back to a simpler time, when so much of my everyday experience was focused on food. Rewind five months to my five-week program in Oaxaca, Mexico, birthplace of chocolate and mole:
Posole

Ballpark hot dog, cheering on the minor league Oaxaca Guerreros

Street tacos in the Zocalo

Amazing salsa at the women's weaving cooperative in Teotitlan del Valle

Nieves

This is all that you'll see of the tacos al pastor. Because they were that delicious.

Hot chocolate

Mole coloradito, my favorite of the 7/1,000/7,000 moles of Oaxaca

And of course, the infamous chapulines (grasshoppers). Legend has it that eating chapulines assures that you will return to Oaxaca.

I guess I better start looking for plane tickets:

(photo courtesy of Laura)
*For a more nuanced take on whether this recognition is actually a good thing, see Is 'Culinary Heritage' a Good Idea?.