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Aft er that, for us, the thought of nuns "Tenian sus criadas," Salusti ano
called up the fl avors of an elaborate and answered. ("They had their servants.")
bold cuisine, bent on making the fl avors' And he explained to us that when the
highest notes vibrate, juxtaposing them daughters of noble families entered the
in modulati ons, in chords, and especially convent, they brought their maids with
in dissonances that would assert them; thus, to sati sfy the venial whims
themselves as an incomparable of glutt ony, the only cravings allowed
experience -- a point of no return, an them, the nuns could rely on a swarm of
absolute possession exercised on the eager, ti reless helpers. And as far as
recepti vity of all the senses. they themselves were concerned, they
had only to conceive and compare and
correct the recipes that expressed their
The Mexican friend who had fantasies confi ned within those walls:
accompanied us on that excursion, the fantasies, aft er all, of sophisti cated
Salusti ano Velazco by name, in women, bright and introverted and
answering Olivia's inquiries about these complex women who needed absolutes,
recipes of conventual gastronomy, whose reading told of ecstasies and
lowered his voice as if confi ding transfi gurati ons, martyrs and tortures,
indelicate secrets to us. It was his way women with confl icti ng calls in their
of speaking -- or, rather, one of his blood, genealogies in which the
ways; the copious informati on descendants of the conquistadores
Salusti ano supplied (about the history mingled with those of Indian princesses
and customs and nature of his country or slaves, women with childhood
his eruditi on was inexhausti ble) was recollecti ons of the fruits and fragrances
either stated emphati cally like a war of a succulent vegetati on, thick with
proclamati on or slyly insinuated as if it ferments, though growing from those
sun-baked plateaus.
condiments born from their very soil.
Through the white hands of novices and
Nor should sacred architecture be
the brown hands of lay sisters, the
overlooked, the background to the lives
cuisine of the new Indo-Hispanic
of those religious; it, too, was impelled
civilizati on had become also the fi eld of
by the same drive toward the extreme
batt le between the aggressive ferocity
that led to the exacerbati on of fl avors
of the ancient gods of the mesa and the
amplifi ed by the blaze of the most spicy
sinuous excess of the baroque religion.
chiles. Just as colonial baroque set no
limits on the profusion of ornament and
display, in which God's presence was
On the supper menu we didn't fi nd
identi fi ed in a closely calculated
chiles en nogada. From one locality to
delirium of brimming, excessive
the next the gastronomic lexicon varied,
sensati ons, so the curing of the hundred
always off ering new terms to be
or more nati ve varieti es of hot peppers
recorded and new sensati ons to be
carefully selected for each dish opened
defi ned. Instead, we found guacamole,
vistas of a fl aming ecstasy.
to be scooped up with crisp torti llas that
snap into many shards and dip like
spoons into the thick cream (the fat
At Tepotzotlan, we visited the church
soft ness of the aguacate -- the Mexican
the Jesuits had built in the eighteenth
nati onal fruit, known to the rest of the
century for their seminary (and no
world under the distorted name of
sooner was it consecrated than they had
"avocado" -- is accompanied and
to abandon it, as they were expelled
underlined by the angular dryness of the
from Mexico forever): a theater-church,
torti lla, which, for its part, can have
all gold and bright colors, in a dancing
many fl avors, pretending to have none);
and acrobati c baroque, crammed with
then guajolote con mole poblano -- that
swirling angels, garlands, panoplies of
is, turkey with Puebla-style mole sauce,
fl owers, shells. Surely the Jesuits meant
one of the noblest among the many
to compete with the splendor of the
moles, and most laborious (the
Aztecs, whose ruined temples and
preparati on never takes less than two
palaces -- the royal palace of
days), and most complicated, because it
Quetzalcoatl! -- sti ll stood, to recall a
requires several diff erent varieti es of
rule imposed through the impressive
chile, as well as garlic, onion, cinnamon,
eff ects of a grandiose, transfi guring art.
cloves, pepper, cumin, coriander, and
There was a challenge in the air, in this
sesame, almonds, raisins, and peanuts,
dry and thin air at an alti tude of two
with a touch of chocolate; and fi nally
thousand meters: the ancient rivalry
quesa-dillas (another kind of torti lla,
between the civilizati ons of America and
really, for which cheese is incorporated
Spain in the art of bewitching the senses
in the dough, garnished with ground
with dazzling seducti ons. And from
meat and refried beans).
architecture this rivalry extended to
cuisine, where the two civilizati ons had
merged, or perhaps where the
conquered had triumphed, strong in the
Right in the midst of chewing, Olivia's she insisted, referring to an herb whose
lips paused, almost stopped, though local name hadn't allowed us to identi fy
without completely interrupti ng their it with certainty (was it coriander,
conti nuity of movement, which slowed perhaps?) and of which a litt le thread in
down, as if reluctant to allow an inner the morsel we were chewing suffi ced to
echo to fade, while her gaze became transmit to the nostrils a sweetly
fi xed, intent on no specifi c object, in pungent emoti on, like an impalpable
apparent alarm. Her face had a special intoxicati on.
concentrati on that I had observed
during meals ever since we began our
trip to Mexico. I followed the tension as Olivia's need to involve me in her
it moved from her lips to her nostrils, emoti ons pleased me greatly, because it
fl aring one moment, contracti ng the showed that I was indispensable to her
next, (the plasti city of the nose is quite and that, for her, the pleasures of
limited -- especially for a delicate, existence could be appreciated only if
harmonious nose like Olivia's -- and we shared them. Our subjecti ve,
each barely percepti ble att empt to individual selves, I was thinking, fi nd
expand the capacity of the nostrils in their amplifi cati on and completi on only
the longitudinal directi on actually makes in the unity of the couple. I needed
them thinner, while the corresponding confi rmati on of this convicti on all the
refl ex movement, accentuati ng their more since, from the beginning of our
breadth, then seems a kind of Mexican journey, the physical bond
withdrawal of the whole nose into the between Olivia and me was going
surface of the face). through a phase of rarefacti on, if not
eclipse: a momentary phenomenon,
surely, and not in itself disturbing --
What I have just said might suggest that, part of the normal ups and downs to
in eati ng, Olivia became closed into which, over a long period, the life of
herself, absorbed with the inner course every couple is subject. And I couldn't
of her sensati ons; in reality, on the help remarking how certain
contrary, the desire her whole person manifestati ons of Olivia's vital energy,
expressed was that of communicati ng to certain prompt reacti ons or delays on
me what she was tasti ng: her part, yearnings or throbs, conti nued
communicati ng with me through fl avors, to take place before my eyes, losing
or communicati ng with fl avors through a none of their intensity, with only one
double set of taste buds, hers and mine. signifi cant diff erence: their stage was no
"Did you taste that? Are you tasti ng it?" longer the bed of our embraces but a
she was asking me, with a kind of dinner table.
anxiety, as if at that same moment our
incisors had pierced an identi cally
composed morsel and the same drop of During the fi rst few days I expected the
savor had been caught by the gradual kindling of the palate to spread
membranes of my tongue and of hers. quickly to all our senses. I was mistaken:
"Is it cilantro? Can't you taste cilantro?" aphrodisiac this cuisine surely was, but
in itself and for itself (this is what I more sensiti ve to percepti ve nuances
thought to understand, and what I am and endowed with a more analyti cal
saying applies only to us at that memory, where every recollecti on
moment; I cannot speak for others or for remained disti nct and unmistakable, I
us if we had been in a diff erent humor). tending more to defi ne experiences
It sti mulated desires, in other words, verbally and conceptually, to mark the
that sought their sati sfacti on only ideal line of journey within ourselves
within the very sphere of sensati on that contemporaneously with our
had aroused them -- in eati ng new geographical journey. In fact, this was a
dishes, therefore, that would generate conclusion of mine that Olivia had
and extend those same desires. We were instantly adopted (or perhaps Olivia had
thus in the ideal situati on for imagining been the one to prompt the idea and I
what the love between the abbess and had simply proposed it to her again in
the chaplain might have been like: a words of my own): the true journey, as
love that, in the eyes of the world and in the introjecti on of an "outside"
their own eyes, could have been diff erent from our normal one, implies a
perfectly chaste and at the same ti me complete change of nutriti on, a
infi nitely carnal in that experience of digesti ng of the visited country -- its
fl avors gained through secret and subtle fauna and fl ora and its culture (not only
complicity. the diff erent culinary practi ces and
condiments but the diff erent
implements used to grind the fl our or
"Complicity": the word, the moment it sti r the pot) -- making it pass between
came into my mind -- referring not only the lips and down the esophagus. This is
to the nun and the priest but also to the only kind of travel that has a
Olivia and me -- heartened me. Because meaning nowadays, when everything
if what Olivia sought was complicity in visible you can see on television without
the almost obsessive passion that had rising from your easy chair. (And you
seized her, then this suggested we were mustn't rebut that the same result can
not losing -- as I had feared -- a parity be achieved by visiti ng the exoti c
between us. In fact, it had seemed to me restaurants of our big citi es; they so
during the last few days that Olivia, in counterfeit the reality of the cuisine
her gustatory explorati on, had wanted they claim to follow that, as far as our
to keep me in a subordinate positi on: a deriving real knowledge is concerned,
presence necessary, indeed, but they are the equivalent not of an actual
subaltern, obliging me to observe the locality but of a scene reconstructed and
relati onship between her and food as a shot in a studio.)
confi dant or as a compliant pander. I
dispelled this irksome noti on that had
somehow or other occurred to me. In All the same, in the course of our trip
reality, our complicity could not be more Olivia and I saw everything there was to
total, precisely because we experienced see (no small exploit, in quanti ty or
the same passion in diff erent ways, in quality). For the following morning we
accord with our temperaments : Olivia had planned a visit to the excavati ons at
Monte Albân, and the guide came for us
at the hotel promptly with a litt le bus.
The guide to whom the travel agency
In the sunny, arid countryside grow the
entrusted us, a burly man named
agaves used for mescal and tequila, and
Alonso, with fl att ened features like an
nopales (which we call prickly pears)
Olmec head (or Mixtec? Zapotec?),
and cereus -- all thorns -- and jacaranda,
points out to us, with exuberant mime,
with its blue fl owers. The road climbs up
the famous basreliefs called "Los
into the mountains. Monte Albân,
Danzantes." Only some of the carved
among the heights surrounding a valley,
fi gures, he says, are portraits of
is a complex of ruins: temples, reliefs,
dancers, with their legs in movement
grand stairways, platf orms for human
(Alonso performs a few steps); others
sacrifi ce. Horror, sacredness, and
might be astronomers, raising one hand
mystery are consolidated by tourism,
to shield their eyes and study the stars
which dictates preordained forms of
(Alonso strikes an astronomer's pose).
behavior, the modest surrogates of
But for the most part, he says, they
those rites. Contemplati ng these stairs,
represent women giving birth (Alonso
we try to imagine the hot blood spurti ng
acts this out). We learn that this temple
from the breast split by the stone axe of
was meant to ward off diffi cult
the priest.
childbirths; the reliefs were perhaps
voti ve images. Even the dance, for that
matt er, served to make births easier,
Three civilizati ons succeeded one
through magic mimesis -- especially
another at Monte Alban, each shift ing
when the baby came out feet fi rst
the same blocks: the Zapotecs building
(Alonso performs the magic mimesis).
over the works of the Olmecs, and the
One relief depicts a cesarean operati on,
Mixtecs doing the same to those of the
complete with uterus and Fallopian
Zapotecs. The calendars of the ancient
tubes (Alonso, more brutal than ever,
Mexican civilizati ons, carved on the
mimes the enti re female anatomy, to
reliefs, represent a cyclic, tragic concept
demonstrate that a sole surgical
of ti me: every fi ft y-two years the
torment linked births and deaths).
universe ended, the gods died, the
temples were destroyed, every celesti al
and terrestrial thing changed its name.
Everything in our guide's gesti culati on
Perhaps the peoples that history defi nes
takes on a truculent signifi cance, as if
as the successive occupants of these
the temples of the sacrifi ces cast their
territories were merely a single people,
shadow on every act and every thought.
whose conti nuity was never broken even
When the most propiti ous date had been
through a series of massacres like those
set, in accordance with the stars, the
the reliefs depict. Here are the
sacrifi ces were accompanied by the
conquered villages, their names writt en
revelry of dances, and even births
in hieroglyphics, and the god of the
seemed to have no purpose beyond
village, his head hung upside down; here
supplying new soldiers for the wars to
are the chained prisoners of war, the
capture victi ms. Though some fi gures
severed heads of the victi ms.
are shown running or wrestling or
playing football, according to Alonso "Well, what then? Surely a gift to the
these are not peaceful athleti c gods couldn't be buried, left to rot in
competi ti ons but, rather, the games of the ground."
prisoners forced to compete in order to
determine which of them would be the
fi rst to ascend the altar. "Los zopilotes," Alonso said. "The
vultures. They were the ones who
cleared the altars and carried the
"And the loser in the games was chosen off erings to Heaven."
for the sacrifi ce?" I ask.