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A Cooking Class in Oaxaca and Still Solo
Only a few days into my time in Oaxaca, I was ready for some more social activity. Thankfully I had planned ahead - about a week prior to arriving in town, I booked my first Airbnb experience - this time a traditional Oaxacan cooking class. I’m glad I did, because these classes SELL OUT. This class seemed right up my alley - delicious food, unlimited mezcal, Oaxacan countryside, and fellow cooking/travel enthusiasts. Following my mezcal y mole tasting class logic, who doesn’t like the people around them more when food and alcohol are involved? Surely this would be a winner for meeting some folks in Oaxaca. Spoiler alert - I did not meet any folks.
(Host Sylvia - photo from the Airbnb class page)
The class was marketed as a “Traditional Oaxacan Cooking Class” on Airbnb and had a slightly higher price point than other cooking classes on the site. I’ve never taken any other classes on Airbnb so I can’t compare, but the experience felt well worth it. The main chef Sylvia’s son Baldo picks everyone up in a van near the historic center of Oaxaca, from where the whole group takes about an hour trip to the Etla valley countryside. Take a look below at where we had the class...I mean...
The class was rather small and intimate at 10 people. As soon as we arrived, Sylvia, Baldo, and her “sous chefs” (several Etla residents who helped oversee all the cooking in our group) gave us mezcal, agua fresca, and PLENTY of snacks. We’re talkin’ tostadas, chapulines, gusanos de maguey - oh sorry, you don't know what all these are? Let me elaborate:
(Tostada)
(gusano de maguey - aka agave worm)
(chapulines aka grasshoppers - photo from the Airbnb class page)
After we stuffed ourselves with bichos (bugs), we were onto the cooking!
(Of course no cooking could be completed without a cute grandma apron)
We made several traditional Oaxacan dishes, including Tetelas (kind of like a quesadilla in the shape of a triangle), Memelas (a smaller, thicker, squatter tortilla that is totally proud of its shape and owning it), and the star of the class - mole verde (green mole).
(cooking the tetelas we made - we pressed our own tortilla from fresh masa)
Sonia explained to us every ingredient in mole verde as she added it to the metate (kind of like a mortar and pestle). I only took photos, not notes, so alas I cannot give you the recipe.
We all took turns grinding it into a paste and, seriously, I’m pretty sure my turn lasted a lot longer than everyone else’s...I had muscles in my forearms that were sore for the next two days. But here’s the end result before being added to a broth with pork ribs boilin’ away on the stove.
Pretty crazy how small the paste is after seeing all the ingredients that went into it, no? This legit took maybe 30 minutes at least to get to this point and serious elbow grease. Rumor has it (as in Baldo told us) Mexicans use a cheat to get their moles prepped nowadays - a food processor.
We then made salsa from scratch - I made the chipotle salsa in a molcajete (another type of Mexican mortar and pestle).
And then....we ate! I’m very proud of the tetela I made and why yes that IS me adding chapulines by choice to my memelas. And don’t @ me but I forgot to take a photo of the final mole verde dish but trust it was good and it was consumed.
Overall, this class was such a special experience, truly. You already know the ending - no, I personally didn’t meet people I got to hang out with more in Oaxaca, but everyone was chill and equally as grateful to be partaking in this experience. Almost everyone in the class was off to new destinations the next day, so who knows, if timing had been better, maybe there would have been more casual bonds formed. It felt like a pleasant impromptu dinner party where everyone is simply content to be there with bellies full of delicious fresh food and mezcal, and skin warm from the sun. The class was an amazing introduction into an Oaxacan family and meal and for that alone it gets an A++++ from me. Baldo and Sonia really make you feel like you’re at home. If you ever find yourself in Oaxaca - do it.
More information about the Airbnb experience here:
https://www.airbnb.com/experiences/546012
And soon I’ll tell you how third time’s a charm and that I ultimately did meet cool folks who I got to share many Oaxaca experiences with.
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En Tetela del Volcán se atenderá el problema del agua, el campo y la seguridad: Margarita González Saravia
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CUAUHTÉMOC BLANCO HA TRAICIONADO A QUIENES HAN CONFIADO EN ÉL: LUCY MEZA
Su gobierno es indefendible por su corrupción y por la violencia que impera contra las familias morelenses.
“ A toda la gente de buena fe y de buena voluntad que ha confiado en él, Cuauhtémoc Blanco los ha engañado y traicionado”, sentenció la Senadora Lucy Meza, al sostener que de todos los gobernadores del país, es el peor calificado en las encuestas y en consecuencia es indefendible.
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Tetéla de lengua de res en salsa de verdolagas; otro clásico y bien solicitado de los desayunos de sábados y domingos. Inf. 9848031727 [email protected] @booknfeel #axiotecocinademexico #axioteplaya #axiote #desayuno #rivieramaya #desayunosaludable #tiburón #playadelcarmen #tetela #lengua #salsaverde #mexico #quintanaroo #delicioso #desayunoplayero #perosigosiendoelchef #breakfast #healthyfood #expandiendolaluzquesomos #weekend #jugodenaranja #desayunodecampeones (at Axiote. Cocina de México) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClCT5TJvHDi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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happy sunday! i hope it's a lovely fall day wherever you are, and i hope that the week ahead is good to you. here's not-seven sentences:
Los Bastardos have a mission.
Raf is already on the porch waiting when Alex steps out into the freezing morning air, bundled up tightly as he gets out a somewhat-groggy greeting. A thermos is shoved into his hands as Oscar walks around the side of the house with three rifles on his back and three axes in his hands, sharp and at the ready.
“Y’all ready?” He asks, beaming in the blue-grey light.
They hop into Raf’s truck and make the drive a mile south of the property line and into the forest.
“Mom’s on watch this morning,” Alex says as he turns the volume up on his walkie. It chirps, and he clicks it twice in a test. “She said to give her a holler when we’re heading back
“What happens if I crush one of you fuckers?” Raf asks into his thermos as Alex and Oscar both laugh.
“She’ll string you up if it’s Alex,” Oscar says as he drives. “Me? She might fuckin’ kiss ya.”
“Fuck, there it is.”
“Y’all have gotten better,” Alex tells him. “You’re better than before this mess. I swear I never hear you fighting.”
“Silent fights are still fights,” Oscar explains. “But yeah, we have gotten better. I guess livin’ with your ex, her new husband and your kids fares well when it comes to surviving the apocalypse. And Leo’s less of a candy ass than I realized.”
“Safe to say that’s fair given the fact that we wouldn’t be here without him.”
“Yeah.” His dad trails off for a moment. “Your mom’s always gonna be the love of my life, mijo. Because of her, I’ve got you and June.”
“If we’re doing heartfelt this morning, I’m doing a tuck and roll out of this car with the intention of screwing up my other leg,” Raf mildly threatens.
Oscar mumbles something under his breath and hits a few buttons on the stereo until a dreaded cassette rolls and La Bamba starts to play. Alex bangs his fist on the roof of the truck twice and whoops as they continue south.
They park in a clearing and sit on the flatbed passing bags of tamales and tetelas back and forth until the sun fully rises. Alex downs the rest of his dirt tea and listens happily to his dad and Raf talk shit about when they worked together years back. In another time, the three of them would’ve taken the states by storm in politics and law.
Eventually, they head several paces up as they begin their search. It’s not meticulous by any means — they’re really just trying to find a tree that’s full and can fit through the doorway and comfortably in the living room without pulling a Clark Griswold.
“How’s this one?” Alex calls over his shoulder as he measures up a nine foot tall balsam fir. It’s full and looks sturdy enough not to tip over in the tree stand.
Raf sidles up to him, clapping a hand on his shoulder as Oscar circles it. “Think it’s good, kid.”
“Not a single gap,” Oscar announces as he comes back around. “No dead spots. I think we have ourselves a winner, boys. Get your axes and your asses ready.”
It takes two hours of rigorous chopping for the tree to finally come down, all three cheering as it crashes to the forest floor with a heavy thud. Alex cuts it even on the trunk with a handsaw and soon enough, they’re tying it to the flatbed.
“This,” Raf announces from where he’s reaching halfway through the passenger window, “calls for a celebration.” He procures a scratched-up flask, unscrews it, and takes a long pull, letting out a tight breath. “Hoo, that’s good.”
Oscar takes a drink, then Alex, and the familiar taste of shiner warms him from the inside out.
“Can’t believe I didn’t have to beg someone this time,” Alex says.
“Yeah, that’s ‘cause last time you two actually behaved yourselves,” Oscar replies, gesturing between the two of them. “Now, if either of y’all start getting into a debate, I’m taking our shit and leaving you here to walk back through the snow.”
Alex takes another sip. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll behave, Dad.”
Oscar snorts. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
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Patrice Lumumba was the first elected Prime Minister of the Congo. He ascended to power in the Congo on June 30, 1960, the date of Congo’ s independence from Belgium. Within ten weeks of being elected, Lumumba’s government was deposed in a coup. He was subsequently imprisoned and assassinated on January 17, 1961 by Western powers (United States, Belgium, France, England and the United Nations) in cahoots with local leaders such as Moise Tshombe and Joseph Desire Mobutu.
Lumumba is a member of the Tetela ethnic group. He was born on July 2, 1925, in Katako-Kombe in the Sunkuru district of the Kasai Province. Growing up, Lumumba attended a Protestant Missionary school as well as a Catholic missionary school and became a part of the educated elite called évolués. Lumumba contributed to the Congolese press through poems and other writings. His occupations included a postal clerk in Kinshasa and an accountant in Kisangani. Lumumba’s organizational involvement were varied. He served as head of a trade union of government employees, he was active in the Belgian Liberal Party and in 1958, Lumumba founded the Congolese National Movement (MNC in French). Also in 1958, he was invited to the first All-African People’s Conference in Accra, Ghana, organized by Kwame Nkrumah. He met nationalists and pan-africanists from various African countries and became a member of the permanent organization set up by the conference.
Lumumba’s party won national elections in May of 1960 which led to his ascendancy to Prime Minister on June 30, 1960. Read more on Lumumba>>
Lumumba’s Independence Day Speech
Lumumba’s Last Letter to his Wife
Reading List
Congo My Country by Patrice Lumumba
Patrice Lumumba: Fighter for Africa’s Freedom by Patrice Lumumba
The Assassination of Lumumba by Ludo De Witte
Rise and Fall of Patrice Lumumba by Thomas Kanza
Lumumba Speaks: The Speeches and Writings of Patrice Lumumba, 1958-1961
Translated by Helen R. Lane. Ed. Jean Van Lierde
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🍥 [OC] Tetela with Green Pipián Sauce
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A shaman woman of the Mongo people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo proudly shows her "3rd eye". Circa 1937.🇨🇩 The Mongo people are a Bantu ethnic group who live in the equatorial forest of Central Africa. They are the second largest ethnic group in the Democratic Republic of Congo, highly influential in its north region. A diverse collection of sub-ethnic groups, they are mostly residents of a region north of the Kasai and the Sankuru Rivers, south of the main Congo River bend. Their highest presence is in the province of Équateur and the northern parts of the Bandundu Province. The Mongo people, despite their diversity, share a common legend wherein they believe that they are the descendants of a single ancestor named Mongo. They also share similarities in their language and social organization, but also have differences. Anthropologists first proposed the Mongo unity as an ethnic group in 1938 particularly by Boelaert, followed by a major corpus on Mongo people in 1944 by Vanderkerken – then the governor of Équateur. The Mongo people traditionally speak the Mongo language (also called Nkundo) or one of the related languages in the Bantu Mongo family, in the Niger-Congo family of languages. The Lingala language, however, often replaces Mongo in urban centers. This language has about 200 dialects, and these are found clustered regionally as well as based on Mongo sub-ethnic group such as Bolia, Bokote, Bongandu, Ekonda, Iyaelima, Konda, Mbole, Mpama, Nkutu, Ntomba, Sengele, Songomeno, Dengese and Tetela-Kusu, Bakutu, Boyela and many others. Traditional religion of the Mongo people is largely one of ancestor worship, belief in nature spirits, fertility rites, with shamanic practices such as magic, sorcery, and body scarification. Mongo artistic achievements, songs, musical instruments and carvings show richness and high sophistication. https://www.instagram.com/p/ChHNLYADQ-3tyU6JYqsVfX-f4gE3rG1yhk_A2I0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Trabajando con El @grupopalomooficial en Tetela de Ocampo Puebla.
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A shaman woman of the Mongo people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo proudly shows her "3rd eye". Circa 1937.🇨🇩
The Mongo people are a Bantu ethnic group who live in the equatorial forest of Central Africa. They are the second largest ethnic group in the Democratic Republic of Congo, highly influential in its north region. A diverse collection of sub-ethnic groups, they are mostly residents of a region north of the Kasai and the Sankuru Rivers, south of the main Congo River bend. Their highest presence is in the province of Équateur and the northern parts of the Bandundu Province. The Mongo people, despite their diversity, share a common legend wherein they believe that they are the descendants of a single ancestor named Mongo.
They also share similarities in their language and social organization, but also have differences. Anthropologists first proposed the Mongo unity as an ethnic group in 1938 particularly by Boelaert, followed by a major corpus on Mongo people in 1944 by Vanderkerken – then the governor of Équateur. The Mongo people traditionally speak the Mongo language (also called Nkundo) or one of the related languages in the Bantu Mongo family, in the Niger-Congo family of languages. The Lingala language, however, often replaces Mongo in urban centers. This language has about 200 dialects, and these are found clustered regionally as well as based on Mongo sub-ethnic group such as Bolia, Bokote, Bongandu, Ekonda, Iyaelima, Konda, Mbole, Mpama, Nkutu, Ntomba, Sengele, Songomeno, Dengese and Tetela-Kusu, Bakutu, Boyela and many others.
Traditional religion of the Mongo people is largely one of ancestor worship, belief in nature spirits, fertility rites, with shamanic practices such as magic, sorcery, and body scarification.
Mongo artistic achievements, songs, musical instruments and carvings show richness and high sophistication.
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Tetela del Volcan
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Culminan rehabilitación de ruta de evacuación en el tramo Ocuituco - Tetela del Volcán
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La Secretaría de Obras Públicas (SOP), a través de la Dirección General de Caminos y Puentes, concluyó los trabajos de rehabilitación de la ruta de evacuación ubicada en los municipios de Ocuituco y Tetela del volcán, en las localidades de Huejotengo, Huepalcalco y Tlalmimilulpan.
Tras el compromiso del Gobierno del estado de contar con mejores vías de comunicación, se finalizó este tramo…
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Mario García Torres, Tetela, n/d HD colour video, sound 19 min
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🇪🇸 María de Estrada fue una mujer soldado española que participó en la Conquista de México junto a Hernán Cortés. De procedencia andaluza y cántabra se sumó al grupo de soldados . María de Estrada (el apellido se encuentra escrito como Destrada o Estrada) nació en Sevilla, aunque su padre era originario del norte de España. Su hermano, el conquistador, Francisco de Estrada, había acompañado a Cristóbal Colón como grumete, y cuando regresó al "Nuevo Mundo" para instalarse de forma permanente en 1509, María probablemente viajó con él Estuvo en Cuba donde se casó con Pedro Sánchez Farfán y participó en combates en la actual Matanzas. "Hasta es posible que su hermosura la salvara de morir, pues un cacique la tomó para sí: duró hasta que los españoles se recuperaron de la derrota y volvió con su marido a Trinidad, al sur de la isla" explica el especialista de Historia de América Manuel Lucena Giraldo Participó en acciones bélicas y luchó con bravura durante la batalla de Otumba. Representación de María de Estrada en la batalla de Otumba
El cronista Diego Muñoz Camargo escribió sobre ella: «se mostró valerosamente haciendo maravillosos y hazañeros hechos con una espada y una rodela en las manos, peleando valerosamente con tanta furia y ánimo, que excedía al esfuerzo de cualquier varón, por esforzado y animoso que fuera, que a los propios nuestros ponía espanto»También los cronistas Bernal Díaz del Castillo, Juan de Torquemada y Francisco Cervantes de Salazar mencionaron a esta soldado, que a ratos se dedicaba al cuidado de heridos y enfermos Francisco Cervantes de Salazar recuerda que María de Estrada siguió a Hernán Cortés cuando este quiso dejarla descansando en Tlaxcala tras la mortífera «Noche Triste», en la que murieron muchos españoles e indígenas aliados Cortés la recompensó con las ciudades de Tetela del Volcán, Nepopualco (que pasó a ser un barrio de Tetela) y Hueyapan de las que fue encomendera. Los cronistas cuentan que "rica y reconocida peleó hasta el final" y no dudó en protestar incluso ante el rey Carlos I por hacerle pagar demasiados impuestos. Después de que su primer marido muriera, se casó con Alonso Martín Partidor y juntos participaron en la fundación de lo que hoy es la Ciudad de Puebla de los Ángeles Entre sus hazañas se destaca que logró la conquista del Pueblo de Tetela del Volcán, participar en la lucha de Otumba y vencer en un mano a mano a Pánfilo Narváez.
Murió cerca de los 40 años por cólera y fue enterrada en la Catedral de Puebla aunque se desconoce su paradero pues en remodelaciones de la Catedral se perdieron sus restos.
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#333 Taco "viudo" de mole coloradito, cebolla y queso Cotija. Anécdota de mi madre Alejandra Mendoza Gutiérrez.
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TACO VIUDO DE MOLE COLORADITO, o de cómo las madres nunca dejan de enseñar. Les robo 3 minutos de lectura.
Mi madre es de San Sebastián Tecomaxtlahuaca, región mixteca de Oaxaca. Su padre (mi abuelo) fue de ahí también y a pesar de que su madre (mi abuela) nació en Tulancingo, Hidalgo, gran parte de su vida la vivió en el pueblo de su esposo. Aprendió las formas y costumbres de la mixteca, y sus recetas, formas de sazonar, secretos de cocina y principales platos eran más oaxaqueños que hidalguenses. El guacamole mixteco que está inmortalizado en @scoolinary_es es un plato que ella preparaba para las barbacoas dominicales de borrego o chivo.
Desde su muerte hace más de 10 años, mi abuela no ha dejado de enseñarme a través de mi madre; y siempre es a través de la cocina, un lazo transgeneracional que se fortalece cada vez que preparo su guacamole, o que mi madre y yo hablamos de mole, o que recordamos sus formas de hacer arroz, tetelas y pozole.
Son conversaciones que se repiten y que van tomando forma de ilusión anecdótica: las rediseñamos con detalles nuevos, o elementos antes no mencionados. Una memoria partida en piezas que ni mi madre ni yo queremos -ni nos atrevemos- a armar en una sola conversación, tal vez por miedo a perder ese lazo que nos une, o porque sabemos que hablar de cocina y ejecutarla es mantener viva a la persona querida; y ambos nos resistimos a perderla.
Y así llegó este taco. Una nueva pieza a la colección de conocimiento compartido, una forma de comprender cómo mi abuela comía el mole dentro de la cocina, de pie, antes de comenzar a servir a la infinidad de hijos, nietos y sobrinos. El "taco viudo" no es otra cosa que una tortilla caliente justo antes de dorarse, que se cubre con un poco de mole, queso cotija y cebolla en juliana; una especie de enmolada rediseñada, pero que guarda la esencia de la prisa por comer en cocina, la acostumbrada falta de cuidado propio que quienes cocinan se procuran, y el más grande dilema de la cocinera: vive para cocinar, servir, y volver a empezar.
A decir de mi madre se llama "viudo" por la ausencia de proteína animal (pollo o cerdo), pero es más bien un recordatorio de las horas que una cocinera pasa frente al fogón, y el poco tiempo y ganas que tiene para cuidarse a ella misma.
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