Food.
Mmmm… it really is the true benefit of living overseas. Trying things you’ve never tried before…
discovering new foods you never want to live without again.
In Serbia, it was Kaymak (a kind of spreadable cheese
butter) and Ivar (a roasted red pepper spread).
In London, it was the English breakfast and Mincemeat Pie.
Islamabad introduced me to Naan and a delicious dish called Karahi
Chicken.
And now, my culinary life in Paramaribo is no
different. There is actually a lot of
variety here. Indian Roti, Indonesian
Bami and Nasi, and this really delicious Javanese salted fish (that Serena
thinks is disgusting).
However, there are two simple delicacies here that really
speak to me… and I don’t know how I will survive without them.
1) Peanut Sauce.
Oh man! The peanut
sauce here is amazing! I put it on
everything from rice to vegetables to French fries. It is just so good. It’s so sweet and spicy… and yummy. Now, I know I can make my own peanut sauce…
it probably isn’t too hard. However,
they sell it here dried in these pouches.
All I have to do is add a little water and boil. AMAZING!
Oh man… this morning I ran to the store to pick up some milk
for my coffee and I couldn’t help myself.
I bought another pouch of peanut sauce.
I think I’m going to get some Bami for dinner and smother it in sauce…
so-darn-excited!
2) Pomelo (or ‘pompelmous’ as they call them here… or Citrus
Maxima if you prefer dead languages)
Now, I’ve never been much of a fruit eater, but I just
LOVE-LOVE-LOVE pompelmous! It’s
basically this gigantic grapefruit. Seriously,
there is a reason they call it ‘maxima’!
I can only eat about a quarter of one in a sitting… and I have quite the
appetite… so that should give you some gage as to their size.
It really is quite something. It’s not nearly as bitter as a grapefruit and
it has a very nice mild sweetness to it.
And it’s so darn huge that the meat of the fruit is something you can
really sink your teeth into, which is a rare sensation for citrus fruit.
Oh man… I’m going to miss you pomplemous and peanut sauce! We will meet again. Just like the time I found Ivar in at the
Chinese market a couple months ago… or when Serena found a jar of mincemeat in
Belgrade.