There is a Bolivian folk legend that has translated into the ultimate national food dish. Once upon a time, there was a man. This man had some friends. They liked to drink. One Friday night, while the kids were sleeping, he came home with his friends and took over the living room to play some Cotcha (Bolivian Yahtzee). While the poor wife was trying keep the children asleep, she heard her husband yell, "HEY WOMAN, WE ARE HUNGRY, MAKE US SOME FOOD!" In a slight rage, she went to the fridge and threw all sorts of leftovers onto a plate. There was some steak, some fries, a variety of veggies, cheese, chicken, and to spite them, cow udder and intestines. She tossed it in front of them and said, "If you guys are macho enough you will eat this." Well turns out, they absolutely loved it. Not exactly what she was expecting when trying to stick it to this chauvinistic group of drunks.
Anyway, this is a short story depicting how the national dish came about. I had the opportunity to experience it. Rusty (the guy who owned our guesthouse) was in charge of picking the places where we ate. Early in the trip, he took us to eat some Pikay Macho. Let me tell you, it was delicious. Just a mountain of awesome. I am proud to admit that my favourite part was the intestines. Tasted just like bacon, but chewier. On the flip side, I'm pretty sure I ate a little too much of it, and my digestive system wasn't too pleased with me for the following 48hrs. Enough said.
There is a Bolivian folk legend that has translated into the ultimate national food dish. Once upon a time, there was a man. This man had some friends. They liked to drink. One Friday night, while the kids were sleeping, he came home with his friends and took over the living room to play some Cotcha (Bolivian Yahtzee). While the poor wife was trying keep the children asleep, she heard her husband yell, "HEY WOMAN, WE ARE HUNGRY, MAKE US SOME FOOD!" In a slight rage, she went to the fridge and threw all sorts of leftovers onto a plate. There was some steak, some fries, a variety of veggies, cheese, chicken, and to spite them, cow udder and intestines. She tossed it in front of them and said, "If you guys are macho enough you will eat this." Well turns out, they absolutely loved it. Not exactly what she was expecting when trying to stick it to this chauvinistic group of drunks.
Anyway, this is a short story depicting how the national dish came about. I had the opportunity to experience it. Rusty (the guy who owned our guesthouse) was in charge of picking the places where we ate. Early in the trip, he took us to eat some Pikay Macho. Let me tell you, it was delicious. Just a mountain of awesome. I am proud to admit that my favourite part was the intestines. Tasted just like bacon, but chewier. On the flip side, I'm pretty sure I ate a little too much of it, and my digestive system wasn't too pleased with me for the following 48hrs. Enough said.
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