Altered Tastes: Tortillas In Mexico
Both Matt of mattbites and Ruhlman mentioned how fresh tortillas and salsas were his favorite experience during food blogger camp. While I did not attend, I happened to be in a different part of Mexico around the same time. I couldn't agree more. The tortillas were unbelievably delicious. I was in Cabo San Lucas, and even though everywhere I went I had completely different tortillas, they were all amazing. During some of my adventures walking around town, I came across this place:
The folks at Perla were kind enough to let us take some pictures of there tortilleria operation. Sadly, this is what I do on vacation. These two women were what we first saw when we entered the factory. They perform two really valuable functions: packaging and quality control. You can see in the middle they have stacks in front of them as well as a pile of rejects.
The tortillas they were sorting were all coming out of this leviathan of a machine that is clearly cooking the tortilla. I was trying to not be intrusive so I can't tell you exactly how this all works. I do know that they were making both corn and flour tortillas.
This woman was pressing tortillas and tossing them onto a conveyor belt. She was fast. Like ungodly fast. Like will not be replaced by a machine fast. She always had a ball of masa in one hand and a tortilla in the other. Every picture I have of this woman involves a tortilla blur streaking across it.
Eating tortillas in mexico totally schooled me. I now know what a tortilla is supposed to taste like. And now that means I can never buy packaged tortillas from a grocery store ever again.
The folks at Perla were kind enough to let us take some pictures of there tortilleria operation. Sadly, this is what I do on vacation. These two women were what we first saw when we entered the factory. They perform two really valuable functions: packaging and quality control. You can see in the middle they have stacks in front of them as well as a pile of rejects.
The tortillas they were sorting were all coming out of this leviathan of a machine that is clearly cooking the tortilla. I was trying to not be intrusive so I can't tell you exactly how this all works. I do know that they were making both corn and flour tortillas.
This woman was pressing tortillas and tossing them onto a conveyor belt. She was fast. Like ungodly fast. Like will not be replaced by a machine fast. She always had a ball of masa in one hand and a tortilla in the other. Every picture I have of this woman involves a tortilla blur streaking across it.
Eating tortillas in mexico totally schooled me. I now know what a tortilla is supposed to taste like. And now that means I can never buy packaged tortillas from a grocery store ever again.
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