In Cochabamba (Bolivia), it's safe to say that food tastes better. This tamal was simple enough: the freshest sweet maíz, salty and buttery white cheese, a little lard, and it was steamed in its own 'green' husk. Sustainable? I think so. I've never had food anywhere else in the world where the natural flavors are so mind-blowing as to outmatch the food in Bolivia. One grows nostalgiac for such flavors in times of hunger and nothing quite seems to compare.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Tamal of My Eye
In Cochabamba (Bolivia), it's safe to say that food tastes better. This tamal was simple enough: the freshest sweet maíz, salty and buttery white cheese, a little lard, and it was steamed in its own 'green' husk. Sustainable? I think so. I've never had food anywhere else in the world where the natural flavors are so mind-blowing as to outmatch the food in Bolivia. One grows nostalgiac for such flavors in times of hunger and nothing quite seems to compare.
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