“Adan loved squash blossom quesadillas. Eating them went beyond the delight of the delicate, almost imperceptible flavor of the flower. Combined with the bitterness of the epazote (wormseed) and the crunchiness of the golden dough on the griddle, the taste was only part of the feast.’
“May the kitchen be an excuse to talk about the unspeakable, to make present those who were taken away, to weave actions against absence.”
Zahara Gómez Lucini