I think it´s better just to come out and say it: I ate cow brain for lunch. I didn´t know that was what I was eating at the time but I became very suspicious because of the texture. It didn´t really taste bad because it had been fried with peppers and onions. The texture on the other hand...is exactly how you would imagine brain to be. That´s really the only way to describe it.
You may be wondering how I found myself in this situation. I did not order blindly from a menu or anything of that nature. I was invited to lunch at a friend´s house. I eat there often and out of respect for her, I don´t ask what she is having before accepting the invitation. If there is one thing Nicas take seriously, its hospitality. Rejecting food or some sort of refreshment is just as hurtful as calling their child ugly. Having said that, I knew better than to ask her to explain the food after I had taken a bite. She would have been CRUSHED. So I ate brain to salvage my friend´s feelings...with ketchup I might add.
In other news, I will be spending tomorrow at a taller (day-long meeting) put on by the Nica equivalent of the Department of Agriculture. They want me to start working with them in the campo (countryside) doing informal business education.
Until next time!
P.S. I added another new entry before this one but for some reason it showed up below the entry titled "I don´t believe in love at first sight"
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Yay Sam! I'm glad you're back to blogging. I was worried about you(it's my job as a mom)! How kind of you to eat brain, in order not to offend your friend. Smarty pants, you have enough brains, without eating them! Hmmm, wonder what's for Thanksgiving dinner? Will you be celebrating? Wish you could start me up a business! Those Nica's are lucky to have you.
Take care,
Stacy's Mom
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