The energy of Central Mexico’s market is contagious. Aromatic fresh herbs, rambunctious fresh chiles, crimson tomatoes, lime-green tomatillos, all wedged between the jostle of shoppers and hawkers.Nothing makes my mouth water more than the bright, simple fare made by street vendors surrounding those markets. The rustic, soul-satisfying way they transform market ingredients into salsa for oval flatbreads they call huaraches. The crusty tortas layered with a multitude of fillings, the steaming bowls of soup and the fragrant tamales.