I was watching a cooking show about pre-Hispanic cooking. The point of the show was that native people in parts of Mexico, Central and South America still practice Pre-Hispanic cooking. They covered four or five very remote villages, filmed the people planting and harvesting the food and cooking it, all with old, passionate, folk music playing in the background.
Then, fifty minutes into the show, when it came time to eat the food in their quaint, little mud brick home (which is a five day donkey ride from civilization), complete with chickens running all over the place and original Aztec drawings still on the wall, the old men were drinking Coronas with their dinner. I’m not making this up.