Sunday, April 29, 2007

Arroz con Leche y Mazamora Morada Deliciousness



Peruvians are quick to inform you that Peruvian cuisine is the best in the world and since I am certainly a foodie and I am loving Peru, I am learning that the way to my heart is my stomach. I figure that the path to my heart may also lead to other hearts so I want to share as many recipes as possible so that you too can share in the deliciousness that is Peruvian food.



Arroz con Leche y Mazamora Morada is made for just about every party attended by a large number of people, especially birthday parties. It is served in dixie cups with little plastic spoons. Arroz con leche goes on the botton and mazamora goes on the top in about equal portions.

Rice Pudding (Arroz con Leche)

Ingredients:
2 1/4 lbs rice
1 3/4 lbs sugar
1 can of condensed milk (Leche Gloria is the brand everyone uses here.)
1 can of evaporated milk- the sweet kind
2 sticks of cinnamon
2 cloves
1/4 lb rasins

Preperation:
Boil water with the cinnamon and clove. Wash the rice and add it to the boiling water. Cover and cook until soft (about 25 minutes). When the rice is ready add the sugar and bring to a boil. The mixture will start to thicken. When it's the consistency of hot cereal add the milk and rasins. Mix and top with mazamora morada to serve.

Spiced Purple Fruit Compote (Mazamora Morada)



Ingredients:
2 1/4 lbs dry purple corn

1 lime
10 cups water
1 pineapple
2 1/4 lbs sugar
2 sticks cinnamon
3 cloves
1/4 lb rasins
1/4 lb prunes
3/4 lb corn starch or sweet potato flour

Preperation:
Take the corn off the cob and wash. Cut the husk off the pineapple and put it in a pot with water to boil. Cube the pineapple and set aside. Boil the water with cinnamon, clove and the husks of the pineapple. When the water for the corn is very dark purple (almost black) strain and add sugar to the pruple water until the mixture becomes the consistency of honey. Add the juice of half a lime and bring to a simmer. This mixture is called chicha morada. In another bowl dissolve the corn starch or sweet potato flour in cold water mixing until it's the texture of milk. Mix the starch into the chicha morada and add rasins, prunes, and cubed pineapple. Let it cool a bit and serve in plastic dixie sups over rice pudding in about equal amounts. Garnish with cinnamon.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Coca in Peru

Here's an interesting conflict in Peru right now. There are many families in the Andes who use coca as a medicine and in religious ceremonies, but Peru and the US are fighting the narcotics trade and in doing so wreaking havoc for these families.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/americas/6570513.stm

29 in the Andes




I just turned 29 and my birthday happily overlapped with Holy Week and Easter and my parents were able to come visit! We adventured together visiting my site Rinconada Llicuar, as well as Piura, Lima and Cuzco. At my site everyone was welcoming and excited to meet my family. The family that I live with insisted that my parents stay at their house and the whole family slept in one room so my parents could have a bed. It was overwhelmingly generous. Then we went on to Cuzco, breathtaking - literally and figuratively at 11,000 feet, where there was a landslide on the train tacks down from Machu Picchu and we had a run in with the Peruvian National Police in Cuzco - I really have to keep an eye on my parents! Both incidents ended well and have the added benefit of being good stories.

When my parents came to visit my town, Rinconada Llicuar, one of the elementary schools where I work threw a surprise program for their visit and my 29th birthday. It was so generous and kind that overwhelmed by all of the emotion both me and my mom cried. I do realize that it is not that difficult to make me cry, but none the less it was very touching and is now of course the talk of the town. Each class did a dance or sang a song, one even did a lip sync with dance movements to a popular pop song. And the 5th graders performed the marinera, a dance typical from the region in honor of my parents visit. Then my parents and I all had to give a little speech. I have never been so grateful that they speak Spanish.

In Cuzco, my dad and I developed a theory that Machu Picchu was not actually a regular city as Hiram Bingham suggested but a purely religious or ceremonial place. (Okay, so some archaeologist has probably thought this before, but whatever.) I'll spare you the details of the grand theory, but visiting Mach Picchu it's easy to believe that it was a spiritual center for the Inca. It's nestled in a cloud forest, overlooking the snow capped peaks of the Andes, and home to ancient temples, stone altars, bubbling fountains and stone work built to mirror the shapes of the surrounding mountains.

Then I came home to some upsetting realities. I'm sure that many of you know this already, but the Supreme Court in the US is certainly waxing moralistic these days, in the words of Justice Kennedy "protecting women" from their apparent inability to understand medical procedures. Here's an interesting editorial form the NY Times.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/19/opinion/19thu1.html?ex=1334721600&en=409b757492039e0d&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Sunday, April 01, 2007

A Day In the Life

My parents are coming to visit today!! I was so excited that I came into town to meet them about 6 hours early- just in case. So I'm futzing around doing my taxes online and reading my email to find that my dear friend and fellow Peace Corps volunteer sent me this email. I didn't ask her if I could post this... but hey you don't know her :) and she shall remain nameless.

In the words of a fellow Peace Corps Volunteer a day in the life:

Yesterday I found a rat burrowing in my remaining supply of tampons. God has forsaken me. I decided it was time to clean my room (it was more than time, your clean room actually prompted me to do this) and I opened up my suitcase that had been stored under my bed. I saw the damn rat, screeched, and slammed the suitcase shut again. Of course my whole host family comes running (the 10 or 11 that were in the house) and my brother chases the poor rat around the house WITH A BROOM until he smacks it to death. The dead rat was promptly offered to the neighbors cat and when the cat declined, my brother put the rat on my brother Daniels head. This set off another round of screaming. We opened the suitcase to see what kind of damage had been done and my tampons had all been pulled out of their plastic and fluffed out into a nice bed. OK, people here don't use tampons, they use weird uncomfortable pads, so everyone was discussing what these things were. Several people even suggested they were candy. CANDY?? What the hell? Anyway, it was mortifying because I was trying to shut the suitcase as fast as possible but my sister found the tampon instructions and of course the accommodating people of OB included instructions in Spanish. Dear Lord. She read for a few seconds while I was removing the rest of the stuff from the suitcase, and then started whispering with my other sister. Ugh. Anyway, while I was rummaging through the suitcase, I also found a number of peppermint patties that the rat had stolen from me and dragged into its new house. Man, those things are priceless here! As my family continued to mill around, I was forced to pull out all the birthday presents that they had given me (and that I was obviously treasuring). I had to pretend like I still really wanted to save the teddy bear covered in rat poop or my host brother would have his feelings hurt. Sick. I briefly considered just taking the whole thing outside and burning it. In the end, I lost my tampons, a shirt (which now has a large hole, this time made by a rat as opposed to Abercrombie), some chocolates, one power bar *tear*, a stuffed animal *pretend tear*, and some fake meat (I didn't particularly want to eat that anyway).

This issue with the rats prompted me to look deep within myself and decide it was time to perhaps keep a less-cluttered room. Also, no more Mr. nice guy, I'm buying rat poison.

To top off my unfortunate day, when I was sorting my food I found that the heat had ruined my one remaining jar of peanut butter. It wasn't even open yet!

Such is my life here in Peru. *Breaks down sobbing* No, thankfully, I found the whole day pretty amusing. I just continued to tell myself that this was something I could look back on and laugh about when I am in the States and I store things in closets instead of suitcases and there aren't rats in my house (my 100 cats will prevent that problem).