Food is such a large part of life. Food is so often associated with being social. In Guyana, that’s no different. I’ve been incredibly thankful to be enjoying the majority of the Guyanese cuisine I’ve been experiencing. Whenever I remember to, I take a picture of my unique meals, just to have the memory of them. I also found myself snapping pictures of a few meals I’ve made for my community since my arrival. Here are just a few of the results of both my cooking and the food I’ve sought out.
Dinner one night. Cabbage and pineapple fresh from the market. Chick peas are a Guyanese specialty. And, of course, rice.
Rice, mac salad and chicken from a little food shack in the village I work in.
Baked spaghetti for dinner. Just to get a cheese fix.
Fish and chips are extemely popular in Guyana. Unfortunately, the fish is cooked with the skin on it and the chips are made from plantains, but it gets the job done.
When we first arrived, our oven didn’t work. So we had to make pizza on the burner and hold a pan over it to keep in the heat. It didn’t work well.
Breakfast. Eggs, avocado, tomato.
Lunch at a fundraiser BBQ.
The local market where we shop for fruits and veggies each week.
The market is always crowded, but always an experience.
Seven kinds of curry served in a leaf to celebrate the Hindu holiday of Diwali.
My fifth graders told me I had to pray over this food before eating it because it was the food of another religion.
This won’t be the last post about food.