For Such a Time as This: Flavors and Recipes from My Honduras

When Heidy was just a little girl, she started learning about baking from her grandmother Andrea.Her bread was legendary in the small village and Heidy would go door-to-door selling it.

If Heidy closes her eyes, she can almost picture her grandmother Andrea, wearing her modest, yet faded shin-length dress, her long dark hair secured in a bun. A few gray strands slipping out as she works over the outdoor fire as the sun rises, her rough hands stirring a large pot of maize. If Heidy allows her...