Food! Or so they say…

We continue to try new fruits as we find them.  The latest is a pitahaya, not to be confused with the yellow fruit of similar spelling.  This is also a cactus fruit, and actually I’m quite confused about which one is actually the true dragonfruit.  I thought it was the other one, but now I’m reading that “‘Pitaya'” usually refers to fruit of the genus Stenocereus, while ‘pitahaya’ or ‘dragon fruit’ always refers to fruit of the genus Hylocereus.”  I’m sure you’re super intrigued.  The main point?  This time we tried the pink one; last time we tried the yellow one.

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Before I had any say in the matter, Eric peeled the poor thing naked, leaving it looking like this:

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Sad.  We were excited though, to find out that it looked like the yellow dragonfruit thing, but with more pulp.   Still like a giant kiwi.  Sadly, it was less sweet and just plain not as good as the yellow one.  Womp womp.  Still worth trying though.  Eric also learned a valuable lesson.  You don’t strip these things down because you can use the outside pink skin stuff as a bowl.  Otherwise you just have a giant slippery kiwi sliding all over the plate.  Luckily there were two of us, as eating it became a team effort.

We also tried a zapote.  This was my find.  I picked it up on a solo trip to the grocery store.  So when you get produce, you have to have it weighed and bagged and labeled in the produce section so that the cashiers don’t have to bother with it when they check you out.  Not a bad system actually.  So I was in line to have my zapote weighed and the old man behind me asked me what this thing was that I was buying.  I told him I had no idea and he laughed.  I then got into the checkout line and the bag boy asked me the same thing.  The cashier kinda laughed when I said again that I didn’t know.  She said it was a fruit (whereas I thought it looked kinda like a squash) and that she didn’t like them.

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Turns out a zapote looks and feels like a pumpkin inside – it’s slimy – but it’s sweet.  Not my fave, but worth a try.

Zapote insides

So…here comes the…er…interesting part.  I decided to actually look at the meat section at the grocery store rather than just going immediately to the chicken and hamburger meat and ignoring all the gross.  If you are a vegetarian or in anyway opposed to gross meats, you might not want to see this.  Look at all the weird things they sell in our normal, rather upscale (think Harris Teeter) grocery store!

 

So yeah.  There’s that.  I’m sticking to the fruit sampling.  There are plenty of challenges there.  Check this out, for example:

Rambutan

Rambutan

I mean, that’s a fruit that’s trying not to get eaten.  I thought it was a sea urchin of some kind.  I’ll keep you updated on that one.  Might wait until our next guests get here to bring them in on the fun.

Another comment on food here.  These dear folks do a lot of things right when it comes to food.  If you want anything fried, they know how to do it.  They know their seafood.  They have weird fruits to try and will cook any part of any animal that you want to try.  However, don’t try to get what you think of as a salad.  If you order a salad, you will end up with a potato or pasta salad…something held together with mayo.  If you ask for a green salad, you will get closer.  However, there’s a good chance it will be this size.  And of this quality.  I can’t wait to visit the US to get a good crunchy bowl full of lettuce.

 

We also finally visited the Kosher market!  We always manage to think about visiting on Friday evening around sunset or on Saturday.  Oops.  That doesn’t work.  The size of the place and the selection were pretty impressive, however some things were obviously not to be found there.  Eric, for example, noted that he supposed they wouldn’t have the ham that he wanted.  I know I’m a horrible joke/story teller, but the way he said it just cracked me up.  Ah, cultural insensitivity!

Here are a few products that we found.  The kosher dino nuggets are by far my fave, although Eric’s attempt to fry some potato cigars did later result in a huge grease explosion in my kitchen.  Luckily he thought to grab Addie as he dove out of the line of fire, so I didn’t have to kill him.  He did, however, have to mop the whole kitchen.  I’ve resorted to hiding the oil and turning off the gas when I leave him alone.  He’s still allow to fry my favorite corn tortillas though.  🙂

Eric noticed at one point that there were amazing looking already prepared shish kabobs in one of the cases in the meat department.  They were not made of pork.  However, he was disheartened when he saw that there was no one nearby to help us get to them.  Luckily, his wife’s keen sense of observation kicked in and recognized that there was no glass standing between us and the kabobs.  I just waited there for a minute until he too figured it out.  He’s a smart man, but gosh this one took awhile to set in…

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Not Maid for Each Other

First of all, I’d like to thank Amber for noticing in one of the photos of Marta in the last post, my computer screen showed that I was googling “how do i turn off the camera shutter sound iphone 5?”  I cracked up when she called me out on it.  I was trying so hard to be sneaky for y’all!

Alas, my relationship with Marta was not to be.  She broke up with us today.  Abruptly.  She changed her clothes at 1:30, after beginning work at 8 am.  That was my signal that she thought she had done enough work for the day and she was leaving.  HOWEVER, this is not the way things were going to go if I had anything to say about it.  I think I mentioned last time that Eric and I had made a basic list of things that needed cleaning around the apartment.  Basic things – clean out the microwave, do the dishes, do the laundry, clean the bathroom, etc.  She refused to work by a list and got an attitude with me.  So this time, I decided that I would see when she was ready to leave, then I would check my list and see what had not been done.

I also went around the apartment to see how things looked.  There was still dust in corners where she hadn’t moved our suitcases out of the way to sweep and mop.  There was dust under the beds that was easily visible.  There was dust in the tub that she had cleaned so perfectly last week.  She asked last week that I buy a squeegee for her to clean the showers, but when I looked at the glass in the showers, it was just as dirty as ever.

But she had an answer for everything.  She told me the soap scum on the shower glass was permanent.  I pressed her on it, and she insisted that there was no possible way to get it off.  No cleaner, no brush, no rag, nothing would remove it.  Eric noticed that the edge of a door was dirty from people closing it – you know how people press on the edge of a door to close it instead of using the doorknob?  She said it was just that the building was old and there’s no way to clean it.  My mother had me cleaning that stuff when I was 7 with soap and water.  After she left, it took Eric about 2 minutes to restore it to a beautiful white color.

I could go on with these stories.  I didn’t yell.  I tried to reason with her.  I asked her about things.  I told her that if I was paying her for a full day’s work, that meant that I got to say when she left.  She didn’t just get to pick up and leave at 1:30 because that’s when she wanted to go.  So there was one more thing.  Some dust in Eric’s office’s doorway.  A really easy thing.  I asked Eric to point it out b/c I was kinda afraid she was reaching her limit with me and it was time to put some man-of-the-houseness behind things.  I wondered if she would talk back to him like she did to me.  He asked me to get her attention and tell her that he had one more thing for her.  But that was the breaking point.  She said she was done.  It was better that she left and that she didn’t work for us anymore.  She took her stuff, let me check her bag, and offered to give our number to another girl she knows (to whom I’m sure she’ll say we’re tyrants).  And that was it!  I shouldn’t have given her the full $25, but I did.  Just was time for a clean break at that point.

I guess some of you will be shocked that I was assertive enough to run a large-ish Nicaraguan woman out of my house.  I didn’t yell.  I didn’t get mad even.  I just tried to use what I would call common sense.  She just wasn’t having it.  I did stand my ground.  I did respond when she gave me answers that were just plain sorry excuses.  I didn’t let her take advantage of me.

I don’t know what her experiences have been like in the past.  I really would like to know.  She told me that she had 3 years of experience working in Panama, but then she told me today that she only got to Panama in January of this year – a few weeks AFTER we arrived here.  I don’t know.  Anyway, that short chapter is over.  I’m not upset, just sad that I have to go through the process of meeting a new person and starting to get her accustomed to how I do things again.  Sigh.  I know, I know…again, poor Julie.  She’s having trouble with The Help.  Downton Abbey has been good therapy for me.  They totally get me.

Before she left, however, and before she got upset (I hope), she made some pork chops with ajies (or ajis?  I’m not sure) – little peppers – and onions and garlic, plus a squash pureé out of that big ole squash that you saw a few posts back.  Not bad.  She wasn’t the best cook, but the idea is a good one.  I’ll have to try it later.

Pork chops, squash, and our plant from...the bank?  Why?  Because...Panama.

Pork chops, squash, and our plant from…the bank? Why? Because…Panama.

More on our trip to the bank – or rather – the reason for it, in coming posts.

For now, I’ll leave you with a picture of Eric and the guy who stalked him for a good 20 minutes while he waited for a lady to bring him the coffeemaker we wanted from the storeroom.  It was pretty funny.  I have no idea what he thought Eric was doing, although I suppose he looked a little strange carrying the plant (above) from the bank around…

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