Sniffing around.
This grandma in Siem Reap is preparing one of the many mysterious (to me) pastes (or paste-like food thingies) of Khmer cuisine.
One of the few old women with long hair, I observe.
There are loud sounds made by the heavy knife coming down on the chopping block, punctuated by the thud of pat-pat-patting. She also makes steady conversation with the people around her, and dotes on any of the curious dogs who hop on the bamboo slats.
Chop,
Chop,
Pat.
