Columbian home cooking

Marcella’s mom was in from Columbia…wait…maybe it was Miami….oh no…it was Columbia….actually,no…..it was on her way to India. She is an amazing woman as you might imagine. That’s a whole other post. Never-the-less, before she was off to her next destination they invited me over for some home cooked Columbian food, her home country. Now, I love South America and Latin cooking. You all know that I always find that little hole in the wall or street vendor that sells the best “fill in teh blank” in all of “enter country name” BUT, there is something about home cooking that trumps it all. When I say this was one of the most authentic meals of my life I am not exaggerating. The food just kept coming and I just kept eating. Above are black beans. Not soup. Although, I thought maybe that was soup. It was NOT!

Arepas and pork that is so damn good I can’t even try and describe it.

After dinner we watched a few Novella’s, I caught up on some spanish(that I can not remember for the life of me) and Joey played some tunes on the 12 string while Marcella and I layed out on the couch to attempt to digest. Not an easy thing to do after a meal like that.