Dinner at Karlita's
It was dark when we walked toward Karlita’s. We stopped at the little store. He had only one bottle of Corona left so we bought a large family size bottle of Corona. At Karlita’s they were just putting the wood under the grates on the outdoor stove. We motioned we wanted to eat; they talked gibberish back that we figured was something about the food. We responded by sitting down. They showed us eggs and meat we agreed by nodding our heads. There was an older woman who broke up the flour in a large plastic bowl. Two younger woman got busy with frying pans. Another woman used a stone bowl to grind up leaves and peppers. This she brought us. The older woman was taking balls of dough from the bowl and rolling them around to make balls, then flattening them. She then went to a shelf and rolled them out with a hollow plastic pipe. Next she put the flat tortillas on the grill, turning them when they got hot. We were given the first ones off the grill. We spread a little “salsa” over them and ...