Food can be a way to recognize ourselves, to identify ourselves. Maybe, through this Memory Recipe Book we could also get closer to each other. In northern Mexico we can find Sinaloa, north of Sinaloa is Ahome, and north of Ahome lies Los Mochis. Something happens there, a scene that can take place in any other town of Mexico: A family takes a seat at the table to eat. It’s not a matter of hunger, nor the act itself that gets them reunited over and over again. It's time to eat, could be breakfast or dinner, maybe grab a snack or lunch. They get together because IT IS time to eat. Time to be. Time to own the space.

But this is not a common place. This is Los Mochis, Sinaloa. At the most northern part of the state and the country. Closer to the sea than to the desert, where people grow corn and beans, Los Mochis, a place colored by the pink pitaya, is the homeland of the stories that build this Memory Recipe Book, stories with the taste of the Pacific Ocean and the cattle lands, with the taste that comes from the working hands that toiled those lands.

Recipes that allow us to visit the everyday life of these families, like windows that let us discover their intimate landscape, the taste of their everydayness.

 A mother calls: ¨Son! Lunch is ready! ¨ a mother that learned from her mother who also learned from her own mother how to prepare a dish. These women, driven by the strong will of time, shared a common way to prepare it and in turn that became a way of being. Being a grandmother. Being a mother. Being a sister.

¨Son! Lunch is ready! ¨, claims a woman to represent that part that makes her a mother: to feed. At the table we comprehend our position in front of Others and thanks to Others. At the table we learn about caring and how to be grateful. To recognize what Others are and what they do.

Recognizing Others is to taste that personal history that is shared with us through each dish. Is noticing the small details, the differences between an ordinary stew and grandma´s stew; with her tricks, her secret ingredients, her homeland, and her history on her back.

Our cravings and recipes speak about us, they give us a clue to find ourselves and Others. Through food we can build alliances.

Eating can be a path that guides us to the place where our ancestors lie. Food can reveal the codes of our clan, through it we can define who our family is. Food is identity and history. Food is heritage and shared knowledge. Food is a bond.

This Memory Recipe Book is like sitting at the table: a moment for recognition between each other, being together. An effort to get closer and know Others. The Memory Recipe Book is our bond.