On Good Food in Mexico City, Nicholas Gilman wrote a vibrant, mouthwatering ode to Mexico City’s Mercado Jamaica…This particular paragraph made me really miss Mexico:
“The main retail venue for flowers, open round the clock, 365 days a year, is a must-see—it’s bursting with all the colors that define Mexico. Arriving by metro, (the Jamaica station) enter the first building and keep walking back to the rear where you find the flowers. The hangar-like space, paved with soft petals and leaves, is home to mountains of roses, in all shades from white to deep crimson, that fill the air with their heady perfume. Stems of lilies as tall as a man, pallid or deep pink, lure passers-by. Calla lilies “suitable to any occasion” are always in bloom. Perky white daisies, imported purple irises and mums tempt shoppers. Weird, exotic jungle blooms, out of a King Kong picture, are abundant–and cheap. Vendors arrange wild, ornate baskets and wreathes of blossoms, for any affair from births to deaths and everything in between.”
And then, to make matters worse, he starts getting poetic about carnitas! Too cruel.