My name is Margot Sacré and I am the other contributor to this crazy blog experiment. Meg has been bugging me to write a post, so here it goes. I moved to Granada, Nicaragua, about a week ago, leaving behind in Norman my sweet pup, Harlow, and my dear cooking buddy Meg, not to mention a fully equipped, air-conditioned kitchen.
Here in Granada, life is slow and food is simple. Back to basics of sorts. Since the majority of the population lives in poverty, diet staples are basically just beans and rice. So, my goal for this three month adventure is to find 1.) a delicious variation on the beans and rice theme - whether I find it at a street food cart or have to make it myself and 2.) find those hole-in-the-wall restaurants that even the guidebooks don't know about and truly discover all the culinary things Nicaragua has to offer. And then, here and there I will post some of my favorite recipes that Meg and I used to cook and which I will most likely not be attempting to make in this Nicaragua heat!
For now I leave you with a glimpse of traditional Nica food. I can't say it was delicious, but it was simple and satisfying. I was excited to try it and ended up being a bit disappointed - but, I look at this as a challenge. I will find a dish with the same ingredients that is tastier and more flavorful!
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| Traditional Vigorón |
This dish, served in banana leaves, is called Vigorón, and considered to be one of the traditional dishes of the country. It consists of yuca (a.k.a Cassava - a starchy root vegetable), topped with chicharrón (fried pork skin) and curtido (cabbage salad with onions and a green looking pepper whose name I have yet to learn). The yuca was the best part, it had been soaking in the juice of the cabbage for some time so it wasn't as dry as it can be. The chicharrón was not nearly as good as the stuff of gold I had in Colombia last summer. In the background there is a cup of "cacao" - a typical drink made from cocoa, water, a loads of sugar. Way to sweet for my taste but it was cold and that is exactly what I needed after hours of sweating liter after liter.
Hasta la proxima
P.S. - Meg, your cobbler looked delectable - wish I was home to share some with you!
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