The other day my landlady knocked on my back door to deliver a brown paper package (yes, tied up in string!) full of handmade corn tortillas from a favorite tacqueria up in Sonoma County. The tortillas had been wrapped up while they were hot off the griddle and the package still had a little warmth left in it even though it had sat for over an hour in the car back to our home in Oakland. It rested in my hands with a weight that felt very reassuring, as if the tortillas were still somehow connected to the corn in the fields and the warm hands of their maker. Good solid basic food. My favorite kind, and a strong reminder that there is almost always enough. More




