Things get weird down here south of the equatorial line as guinea pigs are splayed out and roasted on a spit right out in the open. Called “Cuy” (an onomatopoeia for the adorable squeaky sound they make) here, the guinea pig is a treat meant to be enjoyed any day of the year, but is an especially tasty Semana Santa meal.
They’re not bad, really, for what they are and the taste is similar to fried chicken but with a salty tough and leathery skin.
I can dig it, but to be honest, and we always are, the novelty wears off about nine tenths of the way through…
That little foot was the perfect end! I’m a little dissapointed because I’ve heard the the cuy is very tasty and it excited me to think of this meat alternative, but I guess years of mental conditioning can be hard to get over- like, we don’t eat dogs, and no, ants are gross to eat, and guinea pigs are for keeping in a cage at home for viewing pleasure, not for eating. Too bad.
…the pre-Incas used to live with their cuy, as they believed them to absorb negative energy.Or so I’m told
you guys are so adorable I just want to squeeze you till your little heads pope off! CUY!
Oh cool! That reminds me of the belief that keeping plants near a tv and other electric devices is good because the plant either absorbs the bad energy or deflects it…something like that. It’s Feng Shui- and so are guinea pigs! Do you think a certain room is harboring bad energy? It’s ok! Just get two guinea pigs and clap them together in the corners of the room to dispel any bad energy!
I should just let them crawl all over my body. I can start sleeping in a cage!
Hola Richard
Están muy bonitas las fotos de su viaje por diferentes países, eso es un éxito.
Quiero tambien que en su página Web inserte algunas fotos de la Comunidad Nantar, sobre el trabajo de Voluntariado.
Muchos saludos de toda la gente de la Comunidad Nantar.
Martin