The Goot Blog

Yesterday, as we were making our every-other-week supermarket run, I was wandering through the meat department. One refrigerated case was filled to overflowing with a neat succession of pig's heads – big, hairless ears, pink snouts, eyes closed in peaceful slumber – alongside rows of fresh menudo (tripe). Across the aisle, in a freezer bin, I discovered a selection of Kobe beef strip steaks and a pile of creamy Magret duck foie gras. An extreme price and cultural gap indeed, but no different really than walking past Otomi girls from the campo (countryside) selling nopal cactus leaves, huitlacoche and squash blossoms out of little plastic buckets as we make our way to the new organic farmer's market in the park to buy artisanal breads heirloom tomatoes. I don't know how it/we all co-exist so easily here in San Miguel, but all in all, it makes for one happy foodie!