Filed under: Friends, General, Tom, food | Tags: beef, food, Friends, Lebanese, raw meat
I am… well, a microphobe. Don’t care if that’s not a word; it’s true enough. When I cook eggs, I wash my hands… countless times. When I am forced kindly asked by my sweet dear Anne to buy any raw meat, I use several plastic bags to encase the already sealed package, and then I usually find some hand-sanitizer (Avery calls it “hanitizer”, and so do we); if I’m not carrying any, I will buy some just so I can use it right then and there.
Okay - you get the picture. I like a germ-free (or at least germ-challenged) environment.
That’s why tonight was a monumental display of bravery and cultural barrier-crossing.
You see, we were invited upstairs to our dear neighbors, the Goyarebs. They are the sweet Lebanese family that owns the building. Their daughter, Nur, is the most willing and patient babysitter in the universe. We love the Goyarebs. So, when we, and two other Highlands families were invited over, we were rather eager to go, and (in Nur’s words), experience “real Arab food”. Yum. (more…)
I am married to a wonderful woman from Louisville, KY. Half her family still lives in the Blue Grass State, and I have to come all the way to Bolivia to discover burgoo. Hmmm. Odd.
If you haven’t had it, burgoo is this amazingly yummy stew.
But what made my first burgoo more special still was the fact that I had it in El Alto, the poorest city in the poorest country in continental South America. (more…)
