Musings about The Cook

While visiting a Zapotec village in the mountains of Oaxaca, I met a woman named Yolanda who did most of the food preparation for the families there. She cooked over a stone slab heated by a wood fire beneath it. She taught me to make a soup from the local guisantes, a kind of local pea. She expressed her creative grace and generativity by cooking beautiful meals each day, and in her I saw the true power of caring for others by preparing food for them.