Food Fun

So most of the time the food here is 100% enjoyable. I am an adventurous eater for the most part, and usually will take at least one bite of something, or try something suggested by a relative here. However, there have proven to be a couple of exceptions during my time here in Colombia.

One exception was Mondongo Soup. Upon visiting Peters Aunt Carmen, who is 80+ years old, and very old time proper, and who had formally invited us to lunch, I found myself staring down a bowl of Mondongo Soup. Most of you might know Mondongo as Tripe. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't bring myself to eat it. The texture, taste and look of it were just too much. I tried to sneak it across the table to Peters Mom, but alas Tia Carmen is sharp only at inopportune moments. She falls asleep mid channel change while watching tv, but the jig on this was up in 30 seconds flat. So I had to fess up and have the offending dish removed.

So, on the odd occasion something just proves too much for me.

Last nights foray into the culinary delights at the Parque Nacional Christmas display was another time when it just proved all too much. We stopped at one of the vendors and I asked Peter to buy me an empanada. An empanada is a wonderful little deep fried, meat and potato filled, corn dough encased wonder. Add some Aji (hot sauce) and they reach levels of addictiveness. These are empanadas.

SO. Peter bought three of what I thought were empanadas, same shape and size. Oddly people were calling them Pastele, but I thought nothing of it. Lukas was tired, it was getting too late and I was too hungry to think it through. When we got home, I excitedly opened the bag and took a BIG bite. An empanada it was not.. here's what it was...

Yup, an egg. And rice. Deep fried together in batter. Normally I am a fan of the egg, and of the humble little rice grain. But when you are expecting lovely hot, greasy, deep fried meat and potatoes and this is what ends up in your mouth as a bedtime snack.. well it's just not the same.