Organ Grind
Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal Part 6, Arequipa’s Frontlawn Restaurant
Clockwise from left: heart, corn, rocoto The flower of Peru’s glory is at its highest peak of florid magnificence when the traveler steps outside the bounds of urban settlements. This can be difficult at times; the central yolk of most Peruvian cities is broken here and there and allowed to
Organ Grind: A South American Street Food Journal Part 5, Belen Market in Iquitos, Peru
Worms Belen Market is like a big liver planted in the heart of Iquitos, a chaotic, thrumming organ through which an Amazonian torrent of fruits, vegetables, meats, barks, salves and black market sneakers is caught and dealt with in some fashion or another. Iquitos, in case you haven’t heard of
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Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal Part 4, Beef Heart of Darkness
Grill master working the heat As the latter part of the above title flat-footedly implies, this weeks article has me journeying into savage, humid environs redolent of the morally queasy atmosphere of Joseph Conrad’s most famous novel. Instead of the Belgian Congo, however, I find myself in Peru’s Amazon Basin.
Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal Part 3, Cock Soup at 11,000 Ft
Cusco’s Central Market Large, central markets situated in cities with lax or non-existent health codes always make a strong impression upon the senses of smell and sight, and, if you’re somewhat brave, taste. Peru boasts many markets and most I’ve frequented are loose affairs; no one blinks an eye at
Organ Grind, A South American Food Journal Part 2: The Eerie Charms of Mompox, Colombia.
Mompox, Colombia When traveling in a strange land with only a hazily defined sense of purpose to guide you, you find yourself pointed towards destinations based on some fairly whimsical pretexts. The one which inspired me to make a long, harsh journey over unpaved roads perched in the
Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal, Part 1
Cartagena’s Plaza de Trinidad For the last three years I´ve been scraping tips into a pile large enough to finance a relatively thorough exploration of the lower half of The Americas. For the purpose of this article, I’m primarily intersted in