Hojaldre and tortillas de maiz are a few of the foods that marked the makeup of a day in Soloy, from morning to dark.
For a girl who grew up with apples and green grapes in her lunchbox, this level of sweet-and-sour wasn’t in my mouth’s vocabulary. It’s kind of worth getting excited about.
Venga aquí, said Elvia, waving me over to where she worked, smashing the cáscaras off of grains of rice. She and I are the same age (twenty-two) and share a passion for teaching. She studied education in a university in David, Panama and is preparing for her own classroom of primary school children come next semester. These past…… Continue reading Arroz Nuevo: Part 1