Cuy ping
Can you imagine...
“Daddy, why do we have to eat ‘Sweet Guinnea’ ?
“Well Suzy, President Obama says it is good for the environment”
“But Daddy, I don’t want to eat Sweet Guinnea, I love her”
“Honey, I am sure that President Obama loved his dog Bo too, but he ate him to show us all His sacrifice for the greater good. The least we can do to support our country and heal our planet is to eat our hamster”
“Oh....Ok, Daddy. What time does ‘All My Comrades’ come on TV?”
The worst food poisoning I’ve ever had was as a result of eating cuy at a questionable restaurant in Lima. My host was an ex-Chilean marine who found it wise to move to a different country when Pinochet resigned. He wanted to show me a “tipico” Peruvian meal. Not sure if it was God’s punishment for eating a guinea pig or God’s punishment for dining with Manfred. After that trip I advised him to find another IT consultant.