N. (a teacher at the school where I was volunteering) told us that she wanted to make _________ soup (she said the name in Arabic, so I didn’t understand and promptly forgot it). I like helping with food preparation, especially when part of the prep involves grocery shopping. So some of the other volunteers and I followed N. like a gaggle of eager ducklings to the corner store. And then we (ok, mostly the rest of them) got to work: […]
M. wanted to make a tagine for us. I wanted to help (and eat). Click on the first photo to open the slideshow with captions: * A couple of months later, while trying to help out in the kitchen at an eco-lodge in Tafedna, Morocco, I opened up my laptop on the kitchen counter and tried to follow my “recipe”. I got as far as the onions. And ruined them. Yes, the ONIONS. Ugh. Threw the mess in the trash […]
[Please don’t open this post if you have issues with looking at where meat comes from. Really. I warned you.] While volunteering in Berrechid, Morocco I met David and Austin, who had been there a while and knew M. and S. They all asked if I wanted to tag along on a car ride to somewhere to maybe eat something. Yep, sure did. More food fun HERE.
I. and I first met in Cuenca, Ecuador, where we had a dang good time together: trying new fruits and snacks in the markets, visiting the local “spa” (with its lukewarm swimming pool and half-heartedly steamy sauna), and chattering away in Spanish over teas and soups like two old long-lost amiguitas del alma. We reunited months later in Paris, over a cheap lunch in the cafeteria of the Colegio de Espana at La Cite Universitaire, and made plans to hang […]
I never knew that crêpes were, like, a thing. I think my mom once bought a pack of frozen “crepes” that we were too lazy to ever defrost and reheat. I figured they were like pancakes for people who like to stay hungry. But when I was on the ferry to Belle Île, I was told by some fellow tourists that one of the primary vacation activities on the island is crepe-eating – because crêpes are not just a French […]
My newly-familiar family in France has been so very good to me. Throughout the summer they invited me along on beach vacations, took me on scooter rides around Paris and car trips through countryside, lied to me about how quickly my French was improving, and – perhaps most endearing of all – fed me delicious foods. For years, my dad’s cousin has been spending summers in La-Trinité-Sur-Mer, a port town on the south coast of Brittany. When he heard that […]
When I first met E. in Martinique (she’s the one walking in front of me in the pics from La Savane de Petrificaciones), she told me that she was a food scientist/product developer for a French gourmet frozen food company called Picard. Hm. Did I hear that right? Frozen food – even gourmet frozen food – just didn’t seem very, I don’t know…”French” — I just couldn’t quite fit a plastic-wrapped, cardboard-boxed fish dinner in there between my mental images […]
Here’s what I was taught in Martinique about ital living: – There’s a common energy running through all living beings. – Your decisions about what you put into your body should be based on an understand of, and respect for, your relationship with that universal life force. – Choices about I-tal living should be authentic and personal, which leaves room for individualized interpretations and flexible practices. So, for example: (click on a photo to open a slideshow with captions) I […]
I ate plenty of good food in Colombia: mojarra frita, ajiaco, papa rellena… And I liked all of it (except for the disappointingly, blandly pithy hormigas culonas): But the food that I ate the most, the one that became part of my daily diet, that cheered me up on dreary days, whose regional variety and availability served as a starting point for understanding the great diversity within Colombia’s borders was…an oversized fruit snack. Hold on. Let me tell you the […]
“Wandering and eating in ________” sums up my usual day in a new place. But it feels especially special that I would/could do my ho-hum travel thing in Medellin because walking around looking at pretty things and happily snacking on fried carbs are not what always come to mind as activities that are done in this particular city. I won’t elaborate on what I previously thought one might do in Medellin because, well, I’m embarrassed. So here is what I […]
After a rough night in Coveñas, I was downright smitten with Tolú. I’d caught a bus on the side of the road in Coveñas and after a short ride I was greeted at the Tolu gas station by a swirl of bike taxis — every driver happy to overcharge me and my overstuffed backpacks for a ride to The Hotel Montecarlo. I bargained down to a price that was still too high (but maybe not, considering my pack is the […]
AguaLinda is a non-profit foundation that provides residential and day programs for youth and adults with special needs. Read more at: http://agualinda.org/home.html. While I was volunteering at AguaLinda in early December 2013, we made strawberry and raspberry jam, which would be sold at an upcoming open house. Hadn’t made jam since I was a kid and Angela knocked out a batch in no time at all. Interested in volunteering at AguaLinda? Contact Pablo Acevedo through the AguaLinda website listed above, […]
I was scrubbing potatoes from the garden at AguaLinda — lots of potatoes. I asked Angela, who works at AguaLinda, what the heck we were going to do with all of them. She said mashed potatoes, french fries, and oooh, ajiaco. I hadn’t heard of it, but she explained that it’s a soup made with three types of potatoes: papa criolla, papa paramuna, and papa sabanera. We had plenty mashed potatoes and french fries during the rest of my time […]
Susana is from the north coast of Colombia but works in Bogota. She thought that for Christmas Eve day lunch we should have mojarra frita (fried fish), arroz con coco (coconut rice), patacones (double fried green plantains), and agua de panela (sugar cane juice). I agreed.
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