Because I'm still living in the hostel, food has become a major concern. We technically have a kitchen here and a stove, but some interesting things are becoming clear about Colombia.
They don't have ovens. Electricity is so expensive here that ovens are more often used as storage spaces for pots and pans. At our hostel, the oven doesn't even have a door.
They eat different food than "Mexican food". The cuisine is distinct and also distinctly not American. Today I ordered a lunch of pescado frito and found that it came with skin and bones on. I ended up picking the meat off with my fingers in order to eat it. Also, it had teeth.
Me: ...my fish has teeth.
Juan: *cracks up*
Me: I thought it came deboned. I don't know how to debone a fish! How am I supposed to eat this?
Juan: With your fingers?
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