Mexican meat-up
For the purpose of this post, Mexico is all about cooked flesh.
The poultry in the first instance that comes from the dramatically titled Los Banditos post on the blog of Chris and Lorna doesn’t actually get eaten, just buried. After a smoking and neck breaking that is. Are you thinking Baron Samedi too? Anyway this ritual was performed by what Chris describes as,
“…sort of Catholics, but with extra smoke, candles and some remainder beliefs from the Mayan religions, and minus the priests.”
And after the chicken burying they break eggs on themselves and drink rum and coke, which, rids them of all ills. Sounds voodoo-tastic!
Next up is DC Curry of DC’s Blog, who has been leading a troupe of teenagers across Mexico, volunteering as and when is appropriate. This involved taking some kids for a day out splashing around in a pool before eating steak. Be sure to never swim on a full stomach. The nosh was enjoyed by all, especially DC himself,
“Steak Taco’s make me happy.”
Finally, I’m sure with the recent heat wave across the UK, or brief split in cloud cover as most are calling it, you’ll have attended a barbecue. So what better way to finish, than with a Mexican open air grill, in fact a whole market dedicated to them? Enjoyed for around 12 hours by Chrsitine of Yobosayo, the next 24 were less pleasurable (eugh), and unfortunately there is no word on whether it was worth it…
