Eat Strange Things
And I? I am a vegetarian, 20 years gone. Although I count myself among the most adventurous of my ilk, I stop short of rolling up my sleeves with Lera and tearing into the oxtails, or the entrails, or the offal, or the tripe, or the smoked sea monster.
Traveling through Tanzania, though, I tried to snap pictures of things that I would eat if I had Lera’s omnivorous proclivities. I found the first candidate in the Stone Town meat market: unidentified ruminant heads, gleefully butchered. (see above)
Fresh squid? She would take two–one for now, one for the road.
I also drank loads of Tanzanian coffee, such as the brew that this man serves in the center of Stone Town.
So from now on, Dervala and I will be posting to our blogs at least every Tuesday, whether we need to or not.