That first photo of a light Colombian breakfast–arepa de chocolo (made with sweet cornmeal, more like a really moist American corn bread than the aggressively bland standard-issue white cornmeal arepas), queso blanco and chocolate–is just a teaser. I'm still snapping photos of everything from street food to restaurant fare to home cookin', more of which I'll share in a subsequent post or posts.
But right out of the gate in my culinary travels in and around Medellín, I've found myself sidetracked by… Mexicans?
|Yom Yom? Nom Nom!|
As this snack bar sign at the foot of El Peñón de Guatapé demonstrates, the stereotypical sombrero-sporting mexicano holds sway even when you're WAY south of the border. But… where's his bushy mustache?
And, finally, one night in Medellín, we went off in search of what we heard was an awesome street taco cart. We were intrigued, and at first glance, this outpost in Villa de Aburrá looked promising, with a young crowd swarming around its lights like hungry moths.
|Who are these masked men?|
Turns out the cart mostly did hot dogs piled with gobs and gobs of sauce, crunchy fried potatoes, and other weirdness. Okay, like an Andean Pink's. And the crowd was gobbling the stuff up. I did spot a “burrito” on the menu (must have sparked those taco rumors), so I gave it a shot. And…
So, enough of this pan-Latin crap. Next time, we'll focus on what Colombians do well, and what we all need more of: Colombian food!