You know I like my food. Strangely, its taken me some time to warm up to Venezuelan cuisine, probably because I live in the city, and everyone is interested in showing me the local interpretation of McDonalds and Papa Johns instead of the real local stuff.
But, after a tiny bit of pushing, I´m finding the gems. Every day, I eat breakfast and supper (I´ll call it supper instead of dinner since lunch is so big) at my local panaderia, or bakeria. It´s not like the bakeries you´re used to, unless yours has outdoor seating, a constant flow of 20 customers, screaming employees, a full deli, etc. Come to think about it, it reminds me a lot of the NY-style deli´s or bagel shops I was so fond of growing up.
Up there - you see breakfast. A meat-filled pastry, along with a juice of coffee. That juice was guanabana, but I lately prefer chica - a rice-milk drink similar to but more heavy than Mexican Horchata.
I´m getting hungry just explaining, so I´m goin to lunch!
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