MARIA WAS OUR ELDERLY NEIGHBOR in the mountains above Oaxaca. Hospitality flowed from her verandah, where a wooden table of monumental proportions filled the end nearest to the kitchen. The table was covered in oilcloth printed with garish photographs of mouth-watering fruit and vegetables. At lunchtime, local workmen came to eat; within moments, a meal…
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