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Day whatever of quarantine: 6 pupusas in, I’m in my element, the pupusas are looking better than ever, except—there’s no more masa
I find a bag that was next to the masa, my assumption: it’s masa, but you never kno what’s in the blue bag in a salvi household
10 minute of cooking later: I discover
It’s powder for making atole
It’s powder for making atole
I move to the last type of flour this household has: quinoa flour.
I can hear my ancestors crying: pinche vegans
I knew then: I wasted my frijoles on someone that wasn’t worth it
