Cusco, Peru. We were there for a day before making the train trip to Machu Picchu. It was a day for a religious festival. There were saints carried around on pallets. All around the square local merchants set up tables of food and goods. I had heard that one of the local specialties is guinea pig. Here I was face to face with a platter. I don’t know how they prepare them, get the hair off, or kill them. I would rather not be faced with the teeth. After all these are the pets I see all the time. My son was more than willing to try this delicacy. And he eventually did so. I will also say that this same child refused to eat pasta with sauce because he had to see the pasta naked lest there be a secret ingredient. Shall we say that I took a pass on eating and just took a picture?
Ewww… this is one specialty I’ll definitely pass. I’m usually very open to try different cuisines but I don’t eat pets. So… did your son like it? I wonder if it tastes like chicken… 😉
December 26, 2011 at 8:51 am
Didn’t I once hear that everything tastes like chicken?
December 26, 2011 at 11:18 am
December 26, 2011 at 7:23 pm
i once owned a few guinea pigs. I don’t think I could attempt a dish made of it 😦
December 26, 2011 at 7:28 pm
You have a happy ne year too. Away this week. Traveling.
December 28, 2011 at 10:17 am
Enjoy the holidays and Happy New Year! Look forward to reading from you in 2012!
December 28, 2011 at 11:05 am
These little piggies went to market . . . only if I was starving and they pulled the teeth first. Were they gutted?
December 27, 2011 at 12:20 pm
No just as is. I saw it and still don’t believe it.
December 28, 2011 at 10:16 am