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On to Eastport and another Road Scholar Hiking Program

Sunday, November 21st, 2010

Eastport is the easternmost city in the United States. 

Welcome to Eastport, the Eastern-most City in the USA

It used to be a busy port, but today it’s pretty quiet.  Campobello Island is just across the chanel in New Brunswick, but to get there you have to drive an hour around Cobscook Bay.

Our Road Scholar group gathered from as far away as Wyoming and New Mexico for four days of hiking on Maine’s Bold Coast, including Campobello Island.  In addition to hiking, we were tempted by Monica’s chocolates,  

Monica's chocolates in the making

and we dined on lobster.

Lobster dinner by Phil Childs

We also dined on spaghetti made by women of the Patrons of Husbandry Maine State Grange in Perry and fish chowder prepared by members of Christ Episcopal Church.  Our big evening treat was a visit to Toodleville for ribs and music–after we inspected the gardens and tree house.

Toodleville Pumpkins

Toodleville

 

 On our free afternoon, our guides Tess and Steve of Cobscook Hikes and Paddles took five of us sea kayaking.

We had a good group that shared lots of laughs and beautiful hikes.  The weather was unbelievably cooperative, except for our last half-day when it poured, forcing the U.S. National Park Service interpreter for Saint Croix Island International Historic Site  to give us a briefing indoors at the visitor center.  Frenchman Pierre Dugua, Sieur de Mons, established a settlement on the island in 1604–three years before the English arrived in Jamestown–making it one of the earliest European settlements on the North Atlantic coast. 

I’ll be discussing our hikes in future posts, but if you want a quick slide show of the photos taken by Tess and Steve, check out Cobscook Hikes and Paddles facebook page.

Bhutan’s National Vegetable–The CHILI

Sunday, May 16th, 2010

My title may be overstating the situation, but not by much.  At lunch and dinner, every day, Pelden ate at least one bowl of chilies.  Sometimes there were two different types of chili dishes on the table.

Now at home, I love to eat Mexican food, Szechuan food, etc.  I add hot red pepper flakes to my pizza and spaghetti.  I order hot yellow curried vegetables at my favorite Thai restaurant.  I buy hot New Mexican chili powder and ristras when I’m in New Mexico.  In other words, I’m no slouch when it comes to fire in my food.  But, my first chili at lunch the first day in Bhutan was too much for me.  I tried again at dinner; it was more tolerable, but I gave up.  Pelden got to eat the entire bowl(s) of chilies.

The most common chili dish is ema datse or ema daji–chilies and cheese.  The cheese is very light, but pungent enough to counterweight the chilies.  Most of the recipes I’ve found on the internet for this dish use feta.  They also tend to use jalapeno peppers for the chilies, but the chilies I tried were much hotter than that.

Here are a few of the various types of chilies available at the Thimphu weekend market.

Green Chilies

Green and Red Chilies

Green and Red Chilies

Red and Green Chilies

Red and Green Chilies

Dried Red Chilies

Dried Red Chilies

To Market, To Market, To Buy …

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Well, in my case, I go to markets to take photographs of the fruits and vegetables. 

Let’s start with Peru’s most famous export–the potato.  Thousands of varieties are grown in Peru.  Some are the size of ours, but there are many that are no bigger than your finger.   They come in all colors, including purple.  Here’s an interesting article on the Peruvian potato seed-bank.

Potatoes in Cusco Market

Despite it being winter, the variety of vegetables was not that different than what we find in our grocery stores.

Vegetable Medley

On the other hand, there were some unknown items.  Processed items like these shavings were not unusual, and they were rarely prepackaged like the small bag of peas lying atop the carrots.

Mystery vegetable

Some exotic fruits seem to be more popular in Peru, like the star fruit.

Star fruit

This seller seems to be more attuned to where the tomato belongs botanically.

Tomatoes, Pears, Pepino Dulce, Grapes

The fruit with the purple stripes is the pepino dulce or tree melon.  It doesn’t travel well, so don’t look for it in your local market.

Pepino Dulce

Along with the fruits and vegetables, one could buy anything else one might think of buying in a grocery store.  But grains aren’t very colorful and, since I was with several vegetarians, we avoided the butchers.  Bread was not usually served with lunch or dinner, just breakfast.  With lots of potatoes and rice, it was unnecessary.

Bread in Cusco Market

One could also buy all kinds of kitchen ware.

Baskets in Cusco Market

In the end, I did buy one item–a wooden spoon, for $1.

Wooden spoons in Cusco market

Gourmet Dining with Julio & Family

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

After visiting Sillustani, Jose and I returned to Julio’s home for lunch.  As I mentioned before, Julio Vilca Monteagudo is a member of the LOS QOLLAS SILLUSTANI, ASTURIS, and my visit was arranged by Nina Fogelman of Ancient Summit.  (Read about Nina’s views on  “AYNI–The gift of giving and receiving with tourism.”)

Julio’s home is typical of many rural farms–a group of stone or adobe building connected by walls around an inner courtyard.

Julio and I in front of his home

Julio and I in front of his home

Another view

Another view

 Julio’s wife and daughter came out to greet me.

Isabelle and Melissa

Isabelle and Melissa

They introduced me to their llamas.
Julio's llamas
To enter their home, we passed under a pair of ceramic bulls or toritos which are supposed to bring good luck and fertility.
Julio & Isabelle's Toritos

Inside, Julio was dressed as if he were still working in a hotel kitchen–a white toque and jacket.  The meal began with cheese fritters followed by quinoa soup with eggs and lots of vegetables.  The main course consisted of alpaca steak with super-creamy mashed potatoes, rice, broccoli, and a garnish of carved tomatoes and cucumber.  Not only did everything taste delicious, but it was elegantly presented.  And for dessert–a perfect Crème Anglaise with a peach half.

Jose told me that Julio had gone to culinary school and worked in several hotel kitchens. What wasn’t clear was whether he left his family to train and work as a chef as part of his effort to initiate living tourism in Atuncolla or if he returned to Atuncolla after studying and working in the city and then began to work on ways to use his city-acquired skills.  Either way, I salute him for his initiative–and cooking skills.

If you want to read about another tourist’s experience at Julio’s with lots more pictures, see  http://wintersong.wordpress.com/2009/08/11/part-2-rural-tourism-experience-in-village-of-atuncolla/

Chivay and Peruvian Food

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

My last several posts have focused on the van ride across the Altiplano to Chivay (and on to Puno).  So, you’ll be glad to hear I finally got there.  While Chivay’s location at the entrance to Colca Canyon means lots of tourists pass through, the town with only about 5,000 inhabitants  isn’t much.  But, nearly every tour passing through town stops at the Urinsaya for lunch.

Urinsaya's courtyard

Urinsaya's courtyard

 

Since the van ride to Chivay was the only time I was “on the road” with other travelers, the Urinsaya was the only truly tourist restaurant I ate in.  It serves a buffet with about 30 choices.  Thus, it provided me an opportunity to sample a wide variety of dishes.

I ate there twice, before and after my trek into Colca Canyon.  While some of the items were available both times, others were not.  Moreover, as some items disappeared onto people’s plates, the empty platters were replaced–sometimes with different items.  On my first visit, our group of about 8 was among the last to arrive and the place was bustling.  While small van tours were the norm, there also were several large tour bus-loads of diners.  Groups were assigned to long tables.  Since I was a group of 1 within the group of 8, I was assigned my own section of a large table, but no one ever sat at the other end.  It felt rather strange sitting by myself surrounded by these large groups of noisy diners.  On my second visit, I was just with my guide, and we were the first diners.  We even had to wait for the hot dishes to come out of the kitchen.  So, while some items had been sitting around for a bit the first time, everything that was supposed to be hot was.

Now, to the food.  First of all, one needs to know that all Peruvian entrees are served with both potatoes and rice.  (My low-carb diet disappeared quickly.)  On my two “treks”, both lunch and dinner usually consisted of at least two courses, either a soup and an entree or an appetizer and an entree. Dinner usually ended with a sweet of some kind, although jello or pudding were the norm on the trail.

Here, there were several choices of chopped salads featuring various combinations of cucumbers, tomatoes, celery, cheese, beets, carrots, avocados, peppers, etc.  Even though it was the equivalent of winter, all types of vegetables seemed to be readily available–just like at home.  Most were tossed with various oil and vinegar-based dressings.  But there was no lettuce in any of the salads.  My guess is that most tourists have been so indoctrinated with the idea that they should never eat anything that hasn’t been peeled or boiled, that if the Urinsaya served it, it would just sit there.  When served a sliced avocado and tomato on a bed of lettuce as an appetizer on the Inca Trail, I ate it all, but my traveling companions just picked out the avocado.

Among the stew-like dishes served in clay pots, I tried a tasty lamb stew and a version of aji de gallina–a spicy chicken dish with a sauce made from bread, milk, walnuts and cheese.  I also had this last dish in a nice restaurant in Cusco.  The restaurant version was spicier, so I think the Urinsaya toned down its dishes for the masses.

On the other hand, there was no way to tone-down the stuffed peppers–rocoto rellenos.  My only complaint was that here they only served a little, cold appetizer version.  I never had the opportunity to test my tastebuds on a warm hot pepper during my entire four weeks in Peru.

I also got to taste some meat that had been roasted and sliced.  It was very chewy and probably was alpaca, since I had alpaca several other times, and each time, no matter how it was fixed, it was chewy.  I’ve put it on my list of foods that I won’t order on a restaurant menu, right there with beef.

Then there were the ubiquitous fried chicken and french fries.  I just happened on a fresh batch of both when I went back for a second plate; both were very good. 

One of the more unusual starch dishes was a quinoa croquette.  It was not warm.  It wasn’t clear if it was supposed to be room temperature or it had just been sitting too long, as it didn’t seem to be very popular.  I was singularly unimpressed; maybe if it had been warm, as I had quinoa served numerous other ways and enjoyed them all.

I don’t remember if there were any fish dishes served at the Urinsaya, but there probably was at least one.  I had fish numerous times in Peru, but now, almost four months later, I recall three excellent and very different fish meals.  On the island of Taquile in the middle of Lake Titicaca I was served locally caught fish that had been lightly breaded and then sauteed, on a hillside terrace surrounded by fresh flowers.  It was a beautiful day, and the setting made the simple meal memorable.

My lunchtime view on Taquile Island in Lake Titicaca

My lunchtime view on Taquile Island in Lake Titicaca

On the other hand, the kitchen would never grace the pages of a travel magazine.

The kitchen on Tquile

The kitchen on Taquile

In Cusco I dined one evening at the Pacha Papa restaurant where I sat in the candle-lit courtyard near the wood-fire oven and watched them prepare my claypot-cooked trout and bake tray after tray of rolls that came to your table piping hot. 

My last memorable fish meal was my very last meal in Peru.  My plane from Cusco landed in Lima in the late afternoon, but my flight to Los Angeles didn’t take off until midnight.  A guide and driver from Ancient Summit  picked me up at the airport and drove through horrible rush hour traffic to Miraflores, where I dined at the Rosa Nautica on sea bass Florentine.  The Rosa Nautica, with its beautiful seaside setting overlooking the lights of the city, reminded me of  The Reef in Long Beach.  Its style and service were also just like those at any high-end American (as in USA) restaurant.

Rosa Nautica

Rosa Nautica