Beans and traffic
The sprawling public market close to my apartment offers a bewildering array of unfamiliar foods. In addditon to stall after stall of fresh flowers, vegetables and fruit (some completely unidentifiable), there are venders selling fish whose shapes and sizes I fail to recognize, small stands serving food, bins of unnamed grains, stacks of things bundled in dried corn stalks that I suspect are some sort of tamale, tubs of dried peppers of all variety and beans, beans and more beans, the uses and preparation of which I think you have to born understanding. I'm sure I could eat like a king if I had only the slightest idea of how to cook this stuff.
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