Several days ago, my previously mentioned, indomitable, and always adventurous neighbor Marga brought me a bag of small reddish-orange flowers. She waxed lyrical about their flavor (somewhat peppery) and crunchy texture, never mind the color they add to any dish. The street vendor from whom she had purchased these delectable delights even hinted at their medicinal qualities. Marga, what’s the name of the plant? (The librarian planning to do a little research before consuming.) Alas, she didn’t catch the name.
Anyone have an answer? By the way, even without a name, they were a delicious addition to 3-days worth of salads. I think I’ll show the photo to some of the chefs-in-training at today’s Feria Gastronómica…
Yummm….
Breaking news: They are black bean blossoms (flor de frijol). Mil gracias to Margie Barclay of the invaluable Oaxaca Calendar fame. That was fast. I love my readers!
Update, this just in: They are scarlet runner bean flowers, according to another longtime Oaxaca resident.
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