Merica, the land of the brave and the home of the free or something like that. Everything is measured in non-metric, or as one local put it (tongue firmly in cheek) “freedom units“.
It’s been a while since I wrote anything. Life … has been pretty busy, I broke my ankle a few months ago, actual work has been extremely demanding and my dog ate my homework, which is really strange cos I have a cat. So when I received a message on facebook from a follower stating that I had 7 days to eat something strange or huge or they would leave, I realised how long it had been between eats. Also that I’ve been neglecting my readers, followers and creativity.
My meanderings through various cities inevitably lead me to the city market.
I find markets to be places where you can always find a plethora of local food that you mightn’t always get from a restaurant. I’m a believer that you can’t really experience a country until you eat it. A market is a great place to start.
I put a call out on The Facebook to find out what people’s thoughts on public BBQs are.
My reason for asking? I’ve always been a little hesitant to use them.
A black, gelatinous, smelly, preserved egg…
Sounds appealing right?