After the rhythmic dance between wooden pestle and clay mortar, whole kernels of corn now look like saw dust. The chickens get a taste (and the little puppy too) and the rest is wrestled into dough.
I spent 2 weeks in Panama for an intercultural communicaitons course. During our stay, I paid special attention to the smells, tastes, and traditions that came around meal time. I asked questions and took notes and wrote about my experiences for my final project.
