A menu I picked up in Huánuco, Peru, when I was passing through a few years ago. The cuy came whole, split from nose to tail, grilled, and topped with a green sauce. It was ok, I guess. It was like picking Chesapeake crabs in terms of the labor required for eating.
Huh, all that and it doesn’t even say what’s in it!
As I recall, it’s their version of Ovaltine: malt crystals to be stirred into warm milk. Not chocolatey unless you get the chocolate version. Malt is a more gentle flavor. Think: the foam/head of a stout or dark ale.
Ah thanks.
“Fortified,” perhaps? I can’t imagine mere malt merits claims of nutritious, sleep- inducing goodness.
Ugh, what a mess. I can think of better nightcaps.
A what now?
Beeez!
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I just talked to them for some 150 minutes and they never came back after that, but a) it’s hard to argue with results and b) I don’t have any vagina magic, devilish or otherwise. I do know it’s very, very powerful and compelling, though.
Makes me wonder if she’s repeating his words back at him?
Good point. Probably paraphrasing to some extent.
I always saw them deep fried. They all seemed to have an astonished look on their little faces.