Discovering Masa and More: A Taste of Honduras

To get to the masa seller’s shack, I walked along a narrow path of hardened mud, about twelve inches wide, bordered by deep watery ditches and tall scratchy grasses on both sides. And women passed me, going the other way, back to their houses, large woven baskets balancing on their heads, the aroma of fresh … Continue reading "Discovering Masa and More: A Taste of Honduras"