The Kitchen
Aug 10 2009 at 2:18pm EDT
I cooked on a one burner Coleman stove powered by petrol. Other than the McCormick spices I brought from home, everything I ate was purchased in the local market, or the boutiques run by Lebonese or Portugese expatriates. Since I had no refrigeration, I walked to the market every morning to purchase the food I would eat that day. I stayed away from meat -- the butcher arrived at the market each morning in the hot sun with a wheel barrow full of various cow parts, including legs with the fur and hoofs still intact. The butcher would wave his machete over the bloody pile to momentarily shoo the flies away and ask you what cut you were interested in. I knew how to say 'No thank you, I'm a vegetarian' in four different languages!
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