It’s purple tree season in Oaxaca: the Jacaranda flavor of Dr Seuss tree, and vendedoras still sweep up some of the yellow petals of late-blooming Primavera/Trumpet trees before they can set up their booths in the mornings. Forget everything you thought you knew about trees. There are no green leaves.
Coconut oil is as thin and clear as water this morning when I raid the kitchen to pour it on my thirsty skin. We are…
