Yesterday I went with Angie, my house-sister, her fiance, and one of their recently married friends, Raimy, to look at some wedding ceremony venues around La Paz. After we visited two locations, we went to get some food to eat. En route to the Gyros eatery, Raimy took me aside and said I had to try something special from La Paz. She had a suspicious look to her as we approached a street stand where two women stood cooking some delicious looking meat. It almost looked and smelled like Bulgogi, korean-style sirloin cut up in thin slices, except it appeared a deep-reddish brown color and looked really smooth. She bought me some and had me try.
Chewy, good marinade, weird metallic-y taste.
She then told me it was cow heart.
We laughed. Then I gave her the rest to eat.
3 comments:
i heart ur heart patty paik =) ... but not cow's heart. lol.
hey patty
it's been really neat to read about your experiences. It's given me somewhat of a huge-slap-in-the -face-wake-up-call when 'freaking out' about the current issues in my life. I'm still freaking out, but at the same time I realized that I have a lot to be very very grateful for. Keep writing!
with love
vaniers
haha. in my head, i can totally see that scene happening. :)
i love how your voice always shine through in your writing.
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