Tortilleria! Tortilleria! How do I love thee?
Not only it's scent,
but the thought of freshly pressed maize,
slowly baked and heated.
Thoughts reminiscent of the old days,
of waiting in line like an amusement ride.
Sometimes just as long,
but always with a better scent through the air.
All the time eying the delicate yet speedy process.
Ordering by the kilo, rather than the dozen.
Hulling back our evening supply in hand-stitched wraps.
I'd probably could write more, but my thoughts are incoherent as it has been over a week since I last had a fresh batch of maize tortillas.
[Random Google image search] The lines were always over 30 minutes right before dinner time.
Comments (2)
huh what? it sounds like you're the expert on these...I'd love to have some right out of the machine
LOL, that "poem" is funny! BUT - it is very true