It's been quite some time since we wrote about anything particularly Honduran. Since about a year ago, everything around here started seeming, well, normal. We used to write about, let's say, a Guatemalan market we shopped at, or all of the exotic tropical plants surrounding our house here in Honduras. But all those things have become normal, regular, average [well, maybe not quite average]. My point is, if we still wrote about such things, it would be similar to a Wisconsin resident writing about going shopping at Walmart and passing some maple trees on the way [oh, and having a bratwurst for lunch].
What I'm trying to say is this: something Honduran happened! I mean, something we hadn't experienced before. We had the chance to spend a morning with one of my English students and her family up on a beautiful mountain, watching about thirty men [all related] process the caña that they'd just harvested. In case you're unfamiliar with caña, it also has an English name: sugar cane. Here's a nice photo of some chopped caña, ready to be turned into one of many different caña products.
Now, I could probably spend 3 hours talking about all the stuff that was happening with the caña while we were there [that's how long it took us to figure out what was going on...], but I'll make it as short and sweet as possible.
This is a view of the operation from afar. Notice the oxen, the guy following the oxen to get them to keep moving [must be dizzy!], the man feeding the caña into the machine from the pile to his left. Meanwhile, younger boys are using burros to go collect more caña. |
Here's a close-up. The barrel is used to collect the juice that the machine squeezes out from the caña. The kid takes the leftover caña and puts in on the "used" pile a few feet away.
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Here, the men are using a big paddle to thicken the already boiled juice. Then, they bottle it as "caña honey".
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After drying the molds in the sun, the candy is ready to be extracted. If you look closely, you can see the little squares in the bin.
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Here's Andrew and our little guy, Edgar, enjoying the sweetness of some of the extra candy that the guys took out for us to eat instead of putting it in the molds.
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