10/05/2025
Just trying to find you Doña Valë, we know you're here, somewhere in Mercado de Abastos, in the labyrinth of fresh fruits and vegetables and fish and meat and food that you smell before you even see it.
"Down there and to the left!"
"The next left!"
Always being told to go left, being sent in an endless circle, but here you are, finally, the same unassuming, quiet lady from the shows that we watched dreaming of Oaxaca.
It's time for memalas and not just any, morita memalas, a mix of tomatillos and morita chile spread over a thin slice of beef, smokey, hot, spicy, dripping down my chin, all over my hands, onto my plate, and I'm just smiling.
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