|Two Women Making Tortillas (in a different house)|
To start off, on my wife's advice based on past family visits, we bought a few kilos of dough to make tortillas from a tortilla shop in the last town. This had been made from commercially produced corn flour. When dinner time came, the women set the dough aside and started using a hand mill to grind corn from the farm that had been soaking in warm water during the afternoon, which they ground on a flat slab made of volcanic stone and another round tool made of the same stone - like a mortar and pestle, but different shapes. The resulting paste was pressed into a round flat tortilla in a standard tortilla press (two flat metal or wooden plates with handle attached to one to make it easy to press down), and cooked on a hot griddle.
When they took out our commercially produced dough and tasted it, then made one tortilla, and tasted it, they made some doubtful facial expressions and told us that it was no good. I may be that it had actually gone bad, but if after I tried their homemade tortillas made from the farm's corn, I realized that even if it had been good (which it may have been) it wouldn't have lived up to their standards.
These tortillas were amazing.
|One of the Girls Grinding Corn|
Another part of this food experience was that they let me help in the kitchen, grinding the corn and making the paste. Normally, only women work in the kitchen, but since I love cooking and learning new things about any kitchen or cooking style, I couldn't resist asking. They were all to happy to see me try to make tortillas for a few minutes. Of course, they did it all about 10 times as fast, but it was fun.
I love coffee, and we had the pleasure of drinking coffee made from home-grown and home-roasted beans. It was delicious, but since I love coffee so much, I'll save that for another post.
They're probably be a few more coming up about Grandpa's farm.
For Part 3, which is about the homes, click here.