Hello all!
As you know we are still ajusting to Mexican cuisine. I have a confession to make...
Yesterday at lunch we had pollo con arroz (chicken with rice). Yeah....a normal lunch!
I dished up my plate...got some rice and some chicken. After I got it onto my plate I realized that my "chicken" was really the gizard. I pushed it around on my plate for the whole meal, all the while thinking "I need to eat this because I put it on my plate (if only I hadn´t put it on my plate!)" "I think I can eat this...no, I cannot eat this" If I do I will puke all over the dinner table" Not a pretty thought! I felt so guilty, but I couldn´t do it. So I ate everything else, wiped my mouth with my napkin, carefully placed my napkin over the gizard, and quickly began clearing the table, starting with my plate!!
I guess we´re not full-blooded Mexicans yet!
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Brings back a vivid memory.
Mine and Carols first meal in Mexico, (many years ago) consisted of a VERY slimy and rubbery substance smothered in something like tomatoe sauce.
As Carol grimaced and played plate hockey with this thing, I did my best to consume not only my plate full, but four plates from my children as well. Carol pleaded with me to help her out. All the while, we are trying to be discreet.
We still think to this day that this was a deliberate test to see what we really where made of.
At the end of that meal, it was determined that we where now 'made of' slightly more pickled pork rind than when we started the meal.
Oh the things you have to look forward to.
More at a later date.
Pork anyone?
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