Mucho aire

Mucho aire blew down the one stalk of corn I had growing in my yard.

I had hoped to make tortillas with the corn I planted, harvested, dried, soaked in cal, ground at a molino (I am sure I would have been laughed at for bringing in such a small amount), formed into small pancake-like shapes, and cooked on a comal set over an open flame.

But, alas, I’ll just have to pay a woman in the market a Q for a handful of tortillas whenever I have a craving for carbohydrates.