A Sunday sancocho is a ceremony. Passed from aunt to niece, pot to plate, this Colombian hen stew holds the flavor of memory, migration, and matriarchy. A written recipe might exist now, but the real ingredients are time, hands, and heart.

A market buzzing with life, a hen escaping into the backyard, tortillas pressed by hand — and a mole so rich it clings to the spoon. Step into a day in Oaxaca, where food, tradition, and women’s wisdom weave a story you can almost taste.