Chowhound: Someone who strategizes carefully, passionately, and adventurously in deciding what and where to eat. For example, Q and I are chowhounds.
The truth was we did not know what to expect of Mexican food before entering the country. We were too annoyed by the rampant corruption and security issues plaguing the Central America, we were just happy to get a step closer to North America. And we were in for a surprise treat. Mexico was AMAZING with such different and fun flavours. Here is a documentary of the food we sampled in the first 48 hours of arriving in the country.
First day lunch at roadside booth – Slow-cooked beef stew with meat falling apart under fork.
First day dinner in San Cristobal de Las Casas – Q taking in a street hamburger for $3 with layers of ham, lean meat and bacon along with veggies.
Second day lunch in Municipal Market: pots of goodies waiting to be picked and enjoyed.
For the rest of the second day, we feasted on more of rich and exotic Mexican treats…
Above: the BEST roasted peanuts ever. Directly from the farmers.
Above: bean bread
Above: all sorted beans
Above: Fat-bottomed ants! My my!
Above: corn bread.
Above: Refreshing and tasty tacos.
Okay I know we totally pigged out, but I truly believe that Mexico could make anyone into a chowhound. Trust me, you simply cannot resist.
Thank you, Mexico. It’s been a great pleasure.