As the meals goes by, I realize how rare it is to not be eating meat here. I am constantly looked at with a smirk when I explain I don't eat meat, and often my odd request is followed by a giggle and someone repeating 'ella no come carne' ... Then I add, 'y no queso por favor'. Crazy gringos.
But not this lady, she and her husband spend every day from 8-5 at the street corner 2 blocks from my temporary abode making negras stuffed with chicken or pork and topped with her homemade, insanely spicy, salsas. On special days she will have some of what have became one of my favorite stuffing, flor de calabaza (squash blossoms) but today was not a super special day.... Too bad.
Upon seeing me she smiles, but unlike other food vendor that became familiar with my weird eating habits, her smile is sincere. She pulled out some fresh mushrooms and topped them with Negrito (the names can probably be slightly more original...). Negritos are small mushrooms that grows on top of corn and are harvested and added as a delicious topping.
In the 20 minutes I spent with them this morning I watched her hand press the tortillas from a bucket of black dough and then cook them on top of a big metal plate placed on a make shift grill. People will walk up and make special request, some want them to be stuffed with beans, some with cheese, some will pick up one of the ready made ones that are kept warm at the edge of the plate. Regardless of the order, she keeps on a semi teeth-less smile and a fantastic attitude. Gracias señora Gonzales. See you when I'm back !