New Stories From 'Urban Agriculture Notes' Random header
image... Refresh for more!    Traversing a range of cultures,
including the Tohono O’odham of the Sonoran Desert and the
Rarámuri of the Sierra Tarahumara  By Enrique Salmón University
of Arizona Press   In My Grandmother’s Kitchen  Grandma. The
Dark creases on my grandma’s face deepened when she smiled. To
my young mind, she seemed the perfect grandma. Her white hair
contrasted with her dark brown skin. The brightness of the sun
deepened the wrinkles and creases on her face. She cooked the
best cactus fruit jam from the large prickly pears that grew
behind the house. She always had cookies at hand when I came to
visit. And she seemed to know everything about the land and
food.  One day, in our yard, which was dotted with herbs and
fruit trees, I watched her bend over to pick a sprig of bawena
(spearmint) and hold it out for me to smell.  Her old, faded
cotton dress with the flower print outlined her frail 80-year-
old frame. Her full set of teeth gliste