Fluffy arepas, spots of charred corn crust. Sweet and savoury plaintain. The salted fat of fresca cheese. Herby sauce, cilantro, green chilies. Tomatillo.
Standing at a counter lost in a plastic tray with checkered paper. After eating, the musty memory of a corn tortilla sitting on my tongue. Lips heavy with spice. The satisfication of the fat from avocado. Crunchy pork carnitas, slow cooked then fried to a crisp. The porks charred crust armored in spices coating the top of my mouth and the sides of my tongue. Acidic tomatoes. The taste of green: Cactus, sweet, tomatillos, tart. Again…the musty sweetness of tortillas pushing all of this flavour forward.
It’s minus 15 outside and my toes feel giant with cold inside of my boots but I forget about it quickly. Walking into the wind, talking about the flavours on our tongues.