I haven’t eaten out very much since I have been here. I find it hard to motivate myself to dine out when I will be dining alone. Soon a friend will be coming from the States, so I am using saving money for her visit as an excuse not to go out. But one day I had a real craving for Ceviche. I figured I would just go down to a small local place. Well, it looked small when I walked past while walking in the neighborhood.

I was surprised when I got to the restaurant, Purito Limon. What looked like a very small place opened up in th a bright and airy two story dinning room, as soon as I was past the bar. It was an odd time of day, so there were few patrons, most of who were upstairs, so I had the two story downstairs dinning room to myself. The waiter was very attentive and forgiving of my bad Spanish.



I hadn’t been expecting the large bowl of soup before the ceviche, so when I had finished my meal and was heading, out all I wanted to do was head home, to sleep, but I had to go grocery shopping. As I stepped out on the sidewalk a man was standing there looking very expectant. I assumed he was one of the ever present eager taxi drivers. Then I noticed that his polo shirt had the logo of the restaurant on it. I told him that my meal had been very good, and that I would be bring my friend back to eat there. He kissed me on the cheek. Good thing I got used to huggy kissy folks when I lived in Hawaii.
When I got the to grocery store, I was on a Peruvian food high, so I got the fixings for potatoes and eggs with Salsa Ocopa. It didn’t turn out to look very pretty, but it was eatable. Actually I don’t like the brand of Ocopa mix I bought for this dish. Had bought a different brand before, and liked it. I will have to have the dish in a restaurant and see if I like it any better.

When I was at the Monastery, my tour guide told me that the triangular bread rolls were the traditional ones. I picked up a bag of rolls at the Metro’s bakery, then went looking for some cold cuts. I found a package of what looked like pickle loaf on steroids. Sniffing at the package, I discerned that faint whiff of pickle loaf. It is one of those things, which I know isn’t good, but it brings back memories of my Mom. I found some horrible American cheese (called cheddar here, for some strange reason) so I could really have a taste of childhood lunches.

I know it isn’t much of a post, but living here is just so very normal, a lunch out and some quick meals picked up at the market are the usual fare for me. I am also getting over my amazement at how much better and cheaper the food is in South America. I did make a huge pot of osso buco stew, but decided that I have really posted way too many photos of my home made stews. It sure was good, and was very effective at hiding a lot of vegetables. I am currently averaging $5.16 USD for food at the market per day. And you can be sure that I am not losing any weight.
I’m new to your blog, this is the first post I have read. I’ll be reading more soon.
I love trying new foods when I travel.
😊, Rebecca
Welcome Rebecca,
I am glad to see you here.
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Best,
Sam
thanks for sharing. I loved peru when I was there (haven’t been to the city you are at though). I enjoy reading your posts. Am interested in the nomad lifestyle.
Next time you come to Peru, you have to come to Arequipa. It is so nice.
Aloha Sam the Peruvian dishes look too good to eat.🤗 See you later in the month.🤙The Pisco sour is my kind of drink. But, not particularly Honolulu. I don’t remember us ever going out for Mai Tais. If we must let’s try for the more tart original recipe.
Lucas, I will be there in 10 days. It will be good to bend an elbow with you again.