It suddenly dawned on me how deeply mayan I am. I felt very pround and a deep sense of ritual while making my tortillas, with the deep sense of love I feel I equal strong sense of shame for not knowing more of my heritage.
I realized that the making of tortillas has been passed down mayan to mayan for many generations and finally it was my turn to make tortillas. To feed my stomach, but never have I felt that a food has so much feed my soul.
I realized that the making of tortillas has been passed down mayan to mayan for many generations and finally it was my turn to make tortillas. To feed my stomach, but never have I felt that a food has so much feed my soul.