The kitchen was such a special place. A place of silence. A place of observance andthanks. We ate 100% organic food, and the same meal 3 times a day. Rice, a type of beans, yuka (similar to sweet potatoes), and yams. It was delicious, but sometimes redundant. Food to the Haruacos was less of a treat, or an artform, but rather a form of fuel. They ate fast, didn’t talk much, and continued working shortly after.