The town’s central market is in full swing when we reach Tlacolula de Matamoros, around 18 miles east of Oaxaca City. Through a fog of sun-lit smoke, I see women —their black, plaited hair threaded with green and gold ribbon to their waist —throwing slabs of meat onto fire-licked griddles. Tripe, tongue and strings of chorizo hang beneath white strip lights, while—a Oaxacan sweet bread similar to brioche —into bowls of frothy hot chocolate.
Fire in the belly
Apr 04, 2024
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