Vanessa

Last year, we got to celebrate día de muertos together with my family. It was my son’s first time experiencing one of our beautiful Oaxacan traditions. One of his favorite things was the bread. He loves pan de yema, pan de muerto, pan de Yatzachi, he loves it all. Pan (bread) is so central in our culture because it creates a moment of togetherness and bonding. On those cold mornings and nights, there’s nothing better than sitting together, drinking champurrado or coffee and pairing it with some delicious bread. That’s why this year, I decided that even though we wouldn’t get to celebrate día de muertos with my family, I would make my first attempt to bake my own pan de muerto. One of my goals as a mother is to ensure that our culture and traditions are never limited by our location. So I finally did it! My first attempt at making one type of pan de muerto. Over time, I hope to get good enough to be able to make the little muertitos to put inside the pan. That will be next year’s challenge. For now, I’m really happy with my first attempt and this weekend I got to tell my son that we had pan de muerto at home ❤️

My tia dancing jarabes with my son to the sound of Banda YEB at their yearly visit to play at the cemetery for día de muertos

Tamales, panesito, y familia. No hay nada mejor.

Rompe dietas 🥲

Pan aprobado por el jefe de jefes

Mi familia siempre me apoya en todas mis ideas. Y tienen razón, nada es imposible. ❤️