I've been busy since getting back, so I decided to do mostly a picture post of a "neighborhood visit" in the Yucatan.
In the fashion of Mr. Roger's, let's visit the neighborhood in the village of Xocenpich. This is a Mayan village (hence, the name is in Mayan, not Spanish). Pich (pronounced peach, but not a peach tree) is the name of a tree in which they carve masks and other items. This is the typical sidestreet, just north of the bakery. Look at the concrete powerlines--impressive.
Our stop today is at the tortilla factory. It's a good thing I'd already eaten some of their tortillas before stopping here.
The corn for the tortillas is first cooked over a fire in this barrel. Obviously, there are no health inspectors here... I didn't know if I could eat another tortilla after seeing open buckets of shelled corn in the same area as pecking chickens.
I was impressed with the simple machinery, especially the oven circular oven that allows this place to turn out 1000s of tortillas.
For some reason, I forgot to take a picture of the combination grinder and mixer (where the dough is prepared). Here the dough is run through a machine that sheets out the dough and cuts out the tortillas.
The oven is kerosene fired. I did notice the night before a slight taste on the tortillas--and if I had my choice would prefer a wood fired oven. When I worked in the bakery, I had an oven operator who once told me about working in a bakery when he was young (in the 50s). He had a kerosene oven to blow up on him.
Here is a family, welcomed by the village dog, as they wait to buy their daily tortillas.
That ends our trip to the neighborhood bakery. And yes, I did eat more tortillas, but I wish I had made my visit to the tortilla factory on my last day in the Yucatan, instead of my second!