To tell you the truth, I didn’t really have a clear train of thought or plan when I started this post. I was thoroughly enjoying a mango cheek when, for some odd reason, thought about cuy – guinea pig in plain english.
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13th December 2012 was our third last day in Cusco, Peru. We had only returned from a gruelling – not to mention life changing – trek on the Inca Trail* the day before and we decided that we wouldn’t leave Peru until we’d tasted cuy. As a lot of you will know, guinea pigs are considered a pet in many countries – but not Peru. These bony animals are part of the traditional Andean cuisine, and an important source of protein in the Andes. It is typically served fried, barbecued on a spit, baked or roasted and accompanied with rice and corn on the side. Served whole – often with the head on – it can be a tad confronting when the waitstaff plants a plate of it in front of you.
walking hobbling around the San Blas district when we stumbled upon Restaurante Piedras y Carbon on Calle Choquechaca. There was only one other couple in there and as we sat down, I glanced at their table and noticed that they were eating the once fluffy creature. I looked away at that moment because if I kept looking, I probably would’ve walked right back out that stone driveway from which we entered.
The lovely waitress spoke very little english, so I ordered in the best Spanish I could muster: Quiero un cuy por favor.
The waitress walked out with our order about half an hour later:
We chose to have ours fried, but ours came with la papas y la ensalada. I will admit, it was very difficult to have that first crunchy bite. But once I was able to get my head around the fact that this was probably someone’s pet back home, I found it surprisingly pleasant with a gamy taste. It took a few bites for my tastebuds to get used to the texture of the meat.
I’ll be honest – this is a dish that I probably won’t have again, unless of course I find myself in the middle of the Andes with nothing else to eat. At least I can say that I’ve tried it and can comment on it from first hand experience.
Anyway, this post is a far cry from the mango cheek I had a few moments ago. And on that note, I shall have the other cheek.
*The United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) has recognised Qhapaq Ñan, an ancient Incan roadway, as a World Heritage site. More information can be found on the UNESCO or National Geographic websites.