Diosas De La Comida

I’m channeling my inner latinx, and committing to my ancestral roots

the only problem is every type of food I’m making is going straight to my glutes.

Manteca, & flour addicted abuelas, cooking tortillas that are so perfect in diameter you would have thought they used a compass

but watch this, their bare hands knead the masa into submission and their crafty hands create beautiful flying disks, handing it to you warm & soft

add some I can’t believe it’s not butter & watch it go straight to your hips.

chile con carne, queso in every meal, flipping the tortillas on the comal without burning yourself; an acquired skill.

Yet, cooking runs deep in our veins as us & the spices dance with no shame,

Hispanic women, we are the flame.