I am on a very quick to El Norte to check on the house and to vote and pay my taxes. Thus far, an interesting visit. This house is well over 100 years old and I guess I have had it for the last thirty years and for the first time ever... the pipes froze. Yes, very ugly, but not as ugly as it could have been, but that is a story that can be best imagined. At any rate, I always come bearing gifts of quesillo from Etla, mole negro from a secret source, chocolate and, of course, tortillas. Believe me, there ain't nothing like the real thing.
Working the masa.
Onto the press and then on to the comal. They make it looks soooo easy, but believe me, it is not.
Mine were still on the comal when I took this picture. That's how fresh they were.... and too hot to handle. I always tell people that these are going to be gifts for folks in Boston and they get a big chuckle out of that. And the people on the receiving end always really appreciate the tastes of Oaxaca, big time.
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