I've been horrible at updating this blog, and sadly, it's not because I've been eating delicious things instead. Then again, I suppose reading about delicious things (thank you Anthropology of French Food and Culinary Tourism courses!) isn't so bad either.
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:
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
This is all that you'll see of the tacos al pastor. Because they were that delicious.
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?.