While constructions continue, and funds dwindle, all that is to be found in our kitchen cupboard is a diminishing jar of vegemite, a tin of milk and half a jar of mayonnaise. So, it’s with these limited resources I’ve forsaken the wifely duty of cooking and we now sit in on the meal a day Elvis’ mum brews up for the family. Peru’s cuisine, to say the very least, is unique, colourful and, at its best, a challenge. Previous trips to Peru, I’ve feasted gloriously on heavy laden soups, spiced meats and potatoes, flavoursome rice… all of which, I found out now, was heavily influenced by western countries, to please the western tourists… none of which was a REAL Peruvian dish: food of the pobres and campos. (poor and country) Elvis’ dad who lives in the
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