Eating the Food and Drinking the Water
I am not a very good food blogger. Most of the time I am halfway through a meal before I remember to take a picture, and then it doesn't look pretty anymore. But, in case you were wondering, no, we are not starving. We jumped right in to Tican cuisine (Costa Ricans refer to themselves as Ticos or Ticas), eating traditional meals, and drinking the tap water. (FYI Costa Rican water is excellent. It tastes better than most tap water in the US, and it is free from harmful bacteria). But after a week of cultural food immersion, I think I'm tired of rice and beans. (Sorry if you've seen some of these photos before, but I wanted to put all my food pics in one place.)
Huevos Rancheros for breakfast one day. (Notice my spilled milkshake? Again, not a great food blogger. I knocked my cup over while trying to take this picture with my cell phone.)
While we were staying at the Chill Out Lodge we found a little French restaurant tucked away about 500 yards up the hill. It was the first non-Tican food we'd had since we arrived and we licked the plates clean. I had fried chicken with veggies and cauliflower gratin.
A traditional breakfast... again with the rice and beans:
Today we had pizza when we went in to San Isidro to do laundry. I died and went to pizza heaven.
Nom nom nom.
Our first lunch in country, called cassado: rice/beans, some kind of meat (I had fish), an egg, corn, tortillas, potato salad, tomatoes and cheese. You can find some variation of this dish at every little corner soda (a soda is a small restaurant serving traditional meals, often attached to a convenience store).
The Tican version of chicken fajitas:
Huevos Rancheros for breakfast one day. (Notice my spilled milkshake? Again, not a great food blogger. I knocked my cup over while trying to take this picture with my cell phone.)
While we were staying at the Chill Out Lodge we found a little French restaurant tucked away about 500 yards up the hill. It was the first non-Tican food we'd had since we arrived and we licked the plates clean. I had fried chicken with veggies and cauliflower gratin.
A traditional breakfast... again with the rice and beans:
Today we had pizza when we went in to San Isidro to do laundry. I died and went to pizza heaven.
Nom nom nom.
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