This week I took a walk to Macuilxochitl, the next village over and located perhaps two miles from Teotitlan del Valle (TDV) along an unpaved road that spurs off from TDV’s main thoroughfare near the middle school. This was the week I learned polvo, the Spanish word for dust. Every five minutes a 3-wheeler moto-taxi (tuk-tuk) slaloms down this road, kicking up a thick dust cloud. Passengers in the rear seat hold a cloth to their noses. I endured. It was worth it!
Macuil, as the locals call it, is a small agricultural pueblo, distinguished by an extraordinary church topped with three red domes that is slowly undergoing renovation. Throughout the village ancient adobe walls are pocked with eroding stones and spider webs.
A community museum adjoining the church holds ceramics excavated from pre-conquest history and church ritual relics and paintings hang suspended from walls torn from the Zapotec temple below.
Rural Oaxaca life has its treats. Now, the fields are being prepared for planting. The hefty bulls, guided by an aging farmer who has done this his entire life, are hauling ancient wood plows worn smooth from time. The smell is loamy and rich. In another field, younger men stoop to cut alfalfa to feed their livestock or sell in the morning market.
A few days ago during a late afternoon walk along the foothill path that leads to the dam, I bumped into a friend along the way. Together we climbed the rocky outcropping of road lined with blooming nopal cactus and came upon a herd of goats grazing at water’s edge.
A woman and her son, who introduced themselves as Josefina and Helario, came toward us on the path carrying a bundle of firewood they had gathered farther up the hillside.
We followed the goats, the goat-herder, his tethered mares , several dogs, and the mother and son, back down the path and across the river. Night was falling and I continued on home down the cobbled streets after we all said goodbyes, finishing up my three-hour walk in the country.
The next morning, I caught a collectivo and was off to Oaxaca for a two-night, three-day stay. The city is a burst of color, energy, traffic, noise, excitement, great food and music, and full of commercial bustle. In Jalatlaco I found respite at Hostal del Barrio where Dueña Oliva (below) and her daughter offer clean, basic lodging for 200 pesos a night. (Courtyard pictured below.) The hostel is on a narrow, dead-end cobblestone street that reminds me of Italy (above, right). A block away is a terrific, though pricey Italian trattoria called Toscana. The pizzas, cooked in a wood-fired orno, are just like those in Rome with perfectly crunchy thin crust and probably the best buy on the menu.
I savor the opportunity to enjoy the best of both worlds I love — the country and the city, worlds apart though only a few miles from each other.
Macuilxochitl, Tlayuda Capital of the Tlacolula Valley, Oaxaca
Church at Macuilxochitl
What makes Macuilxochitl unique is more than its gorgeous three-domed church that stands proudly in the center of the zocalo, waiting for continuing restoration. This is a village noted for its tlayudas. These are the extra-large sometimes marigold-colored tortillas that are made in the traditional way using masa pressed by hand and then toasted on the comal until the dinner-plate sized discs are puffy and toasty brown on both sides.
My story today is about tlayudas and the hands of women who make them. We enter into the smokey, cavernous space called kitchen, obscure and mysterious. This is a large adobe brick structure that holds the cooking stove, comal, and a flock of chickens that nest under the wood-fired stove.
This is not easy work. First, you must prepare the large rock-sized balls of masa, ensuring that they don’t dry out and are the right consistency for kneading. Then, you take a fist size piece and form it into a ball, flatten it and bring it to the tortilla press, where between two sheets of plastic wrap, you press and press and press again using all your upper body strength to make this staple as flat and transparent as possible.
With nimble fingers you spin it like a pizza dough to stretch it out even more, then lay it gently on the very hot, lime-coated comal (griddle), taking care not to burn fingers. With thumb and forefinger, the tlayuda gets turned every 30 seconds or so to be sure that it cooks evenly and doesn’t burn. It needs to be toasty and not soft. There are so many ways to make masa into tortilla variations.
Today, this masa is more white. Sometimes, it is yellow or has a red or blue tinge, depending upon the type of organic, locally grown corn used. Perhaps it is a blend of white and blue or white and red, which gives it a more subtle shade.
Jane tries her hand at the press
The tlayudas go into a tall, multi-colored basket, stacked and covered with cloth, ready to take to market. We try our hand at the labor-intensive task. After two or three tries, we are tired. This is work and we sit to rest. Our hosts keep at it. This is their livelihood.
Macuil, as the locals call it, is also a Zapotec village of skilled stonemasons, called albañiles, who work in construction, building traditional adobe houses and more contemporary ones made with brick or concrete block. As an agricultural village, it is also noted for raising sheep (borregos) and growing tending the milpas (small plots of corn, squash and beans). Within walking distance from Teotitlan del Valle, Macuilxochitl is also accessible from Pan American Highway 190 via a moto-taxi tuk-tuk or collectivo.
Tlayuda Recipe: One large flat, crunchy tortilla toasted and dry, about 12″ in diameter. Smear with black bean paste. Drizzle with green or red salsa according to taste. Add shredded string cheese or Oaxaqueño string cheese, shredded chicken, diced tomatoes, Julienne red peppers and onions that have been sautéed until soft, top with thin slices of avocado. Mexican version of pizza. Cut into triangles and serve. Great entrée with salad or as an appetizer.
Portrait Photography Workshop: Capture Your Experience, April 2-9, 2012, Teotitlan del Valle, Oaxaca, Mexico
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