Let's Talk About Food

Well, life is still amazing down here. But I can't really talk about everything, so I'll just focus on food. Without a doubt, the most important thing to know is that Guyanese people love food. You cannot decline food if offered - it's practically like spitting in their face. So if someone offers you food, it doesn't matter that you are deathly ill or just ate or whatever, you must accept at least a little. Now this isn't usually a bad thing. But the second thing that I've learned is that Guyanese food is predicated on the idea that our body is not made up of 80% water. No, we are actually 80% oil. That's the only explanation I have for the amount of oil I have consumed in the past week. Sweet lord! This bread that my mom makes is called roti. It's very good, but I'm pretty sure it's actually oil in bread form. I eat two pieces and want to go die. I think I'm a walking, talking oil slick.

But the food is still good. My mom makes chow mein down here. But I swear that it is better than any chow mein I've had in America. And she made the best non-oil bread ever yesterday. So the food is definitely good. And I'm trying to eat lots of fruit. My mom, for some odd reason, doesn't eat enough of it, so it's slightly hard to come by for me right now. But when I get my own place, I will live on an all fruit diet. I've had this weird fruit called Mommy (spelling?) fruit, which is awesome. I couldn't even begin to describe it. Just take my word for it, it's good.

Anyways, that's just the beginning of the food story down here. I've only been here a week, so I'm still figuring it all out. But I'm pretty happy about it all, though I think my blood will be replaced with oil by the time I get back. oh well. I'll write more later. My $200 only goes so far...