This may be a cry in the wilderness -- how many of you even know where Londonderry is, much less plan on visiting in the next month or so? Just in case, though:
My visits to the West River Farmer's Market -- Saturdays from 9 til 1 next to the Mill Tavern -- have been sporadic this season. When I DO go, it's only for the produce and maybe some local cheese, so I hot-foot it past most of the other (crafts-based) stands. Last Saturday, as I made a beeline for Athens Farm's stand, I flashed on a small card table done up in bright South American colors sporting this sign: TORTILLA WITH BLACK BEANS. $1.50.
Could it be? ANYTHING ethnic in this Chowlinary Wasteland I call home? But there it was. A family of political refugees from Guatemala made this area their home some 20 or so years ago; Senora Ixcot has set up shop at the farmer's market. I had 2 of her hand-patted (not on site, though) corn tortillas, lovingly spooned full of black beans, sprinkled with some sort of cheese (from a jar -- alas, you can't have everything) and dressed with a tomato-based hot sauce. ("I don't know how hot you like it" she said, spooning the sauce. "Hot enough to make the tip of my nose itch" I offered).
While they weren't hot enough to make my nose itch, they were good enough to satisfy a deep craving for real chow. The tortillas were slightly chewy with an intense perfume of corn, the black beans soft as pudding. I stood chatting with an old-friend-long-not-seen while I savored the taste of something far away, and then licked my fingers clean.
The West River Farmer's Market runs for just a few more weeks (we could get a killing frost any day now). If you're in the neighborhood...