Mike vs. Pepe
Like a 5th grader on a dare, I ate guinea pig my last night in Equador to keep a bet with Zach. His name was Pepe. The little bastard was deep fried instead of roasted as is usual for the Ecuadorian dish of Cuy, and it was a whole lotta nasty. Not much meat, and the little that was there tasted almost exactly like chicken soaked in a grease.
As you can see from this picture, I won the battle. I'm not so sure; however, that I won the war... the guinea gods took quite a revenge.
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