It’s been a
cultural sort of week up here. This
Sunday, we all woke up early to plant potatoes.
We shouldered our tools and sacks of seed papas and hiked up the hill to
the chakra. My mamita sorted out the
good potatoes while my brothers Carlos and Eber and my host dad and I
planted.
Carlos and I were a team and we
rotated between using the takia to make a hole and popping the potato in. The soil was incredibly hard and the takia
turn was grueling. I had to kick it with
all my strength to get the blade to enter the soil.
Sometimes, I’d kick too hard and lose
control, and the long handle would slip off my shoulder and whack me in the
neck or head. It's good that Elka was there for moral support.
Carlos did 2 rows with the
takia for every one I did, but I was still wiped by the end. Putting the potatoes in the hole was a way
easier job, but it still required lugging a heavy bag of papas up and down the
hill. We worked from 8:30 to 2, with
rain, wind, and thunder rolling in at the end.
It felt good to work outside, but I’m glad I’m not a professional papa
farmer.
To regain
strength, everyone in town is making tanta wawas for All Saint’s Day. Tanta means bread in Quechua and wawa is
son. Folks make breads in shapes of
people, llamas, and doves. They’re about
challa sweetness and have sprinkles on top.
My family rents a panaderia oven and makes hundreds. I remember eating stale ones last year in
December when I arrived. For Dia de los Muertos, they make up a table with lots of the breads and other foods that ancestors enjoyed as offerings. Ours had masamorras (jellied anything: corn, potato, you name it) and meat as well. The offerings are left out and then eaten by the family the next day.
My folks brought their haul back from the bakery and it fills up an entire delicious-smelling room.
These are some of the wawas.
Here is David and Stefie with some pan de maiz. It's cornbread, but not America style.
We'll be eating these for the forseeable future. They're really good and hopefully we'll finish before they turn into rocks.
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