The kids were looking forward to this day. They talked about it all week. Saturday, Pastor Pedro invited them to eat a CROCODILE BARBEQUE! Yikes!
Tio (Uncle) Wilfrido was going to be there, and some other of their braver friends. There was about 20 lbs of the stuff. I thought it was a good thing. They could have an interesting cultural experience. People EAT crocodile here. I never did, but Brandon ate crocodile empanadas. I think…maybe…I’m glad I wasn’t invited! Edson and I shared scrambled eggs at home. Oscar was in San Pedro. They say it taste like chicken…so do frogs legs...I heard. Right now I’ll stick with chicken or beef, thanks!
They came home saying how great it was! I'm glad they were so brave.
Oops, there was some left over and they were supposed to bring it home. Maybe next time!
4 comments:
My stomach just churned. No thanks on that one!
Sounds about like the time I ate rattlesnake steaks because I was told they were chicken fingers. I thought I'd barf when I found out what it was. How come all the weird meat tastes like chicken!
I've had alligator. It's not very exciting. I can't say I prefer chicken, though, unless it is chicken grilled on a rotisserie.
If we grew up with alligaors it might be different. What must those people who see a cow or a pig or a chicken, think of us? They might say it tastes like alligator.
The thought of it reminds me of someone's thoughts of peanut butter, if they never ate any before. Remember Estaban Gava just about choking on it in Grandma's kitchen when they tried to get him to eat it? I'll stick with our grocery store's popular items!
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