Some foods are not really foods. Mole is a whole region's memory reduced to a sauce — dozens of ingredients, hours of toasting and grinding, a recipe an abuela guards and a family argues about at length, and completely different from one town to the next.
For one weekend the rival versions land in the same park side by side, so you taste the argument instead of hearing about it: the smoky negro, the bright verde, the almost-chocolate coloradito, each carrying the pride of wherever it came from. Around the tasting there are folk dancers, marimba, artisans, and the particular warmth of the Oaxacan and Poblano community showing this city the depth of what it brought north.
Downtown in October, free to walk in — you pay per plate, and the good stuff goes early.
The families who know exactly which one tastes like home will be there. Go stand in their line.
Some foods are not really foods. Mole is a whole region's memory reduced to a sauce — dozens of ingredients, hours of toasting and grinding, a recipe an abuela guards and a family argues about at length, and completely different from one town to the next.
For one weekend the rival versions land in the same park side by side, so you taste the argument instead of hearing about it: the smoky negro, the bright verde, the almost-chocolate coloradito, each carrying the pride of wherever it came from. Around the tasting there are folk dancers, marimba, artisans, and the particular warmth of the Oaxacan and Poblano community showing this city the depth of what it brought north.
Downtown in October, free to walk in — you pay per plate, and the good stuff goes early.
The families who know exactly which one tastes like home will be there. Go stand in their line.
Some foods are not really foods. Mole is a whole region's memory reduced to a sauce — dozens of ingredients, hours of toasting and grinding, a recipe an abuela guards and a family argues about at length, and completely different from one town to the next.
For one weekend the rival versions land in the same park side by side, so you taste the argument instead of hearing about it: the smoky negro, the bright verde, the almost-chocolate coloradito, each carrying the pride of wherever it came from. Around the tasting there are folk dancers, marimba, artisans, and the particular warmth of the Oaxacan and Poblano community showing this city the depth of what it brought north.
Downtown in October, free to walk in — you pay per plate, and the good stuff goes early.
The families who know exactly which one tastes like home will be there. Go stand in their line.
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