I could write about tainted melons, and icky e.coli ground beef, but why? You know all that. Better to zoom in on a damn fine veggie Indian fry bread lunch, served up at Acoma Pueblo, in their Y'aak'a Cafe at the foot of the mesa.
"Y'aak’a means "corn" in Keres, the language of Acoma. Corn was farmed by the Acomans for centuries in the valley beneath the 367-foot mesa where we live. It has sustained us for hundreds of years and is intertwined with religious ceremonies and art."
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