She was walking through a Nicaraguan market and I made eye contact with her. She put down her basket and insisted I try one of her homemade cookies. I had no idea what she was saying, but it was obvious what she wanted me to do as she pulled a cookie out of a bag and handed it to me.
I tried the cookie and I smiled real big. It took everything I had to swallow it. It was the driest cookie I had ever eaten. I found out later that it was made with corn.
Long story short, I could not tell her no. So, I bought a bag of her homemade corn cookies for $3.