Eating Goat

It's very similar to beef.

We were invited to Mr. Ben's going away party last night at a restaurant with a name that translates as "The Most Goat." There were, as you could guess, few meat choices. We did manage to get a boiled chicken, but it showed on the table--head and feet, too-- on its belly and chopped into two-inch pieces. The only way to eat it was to pick it up, pull of the skin and tear it from the bone. Not my favorite way to eat any sort of meat.

There was lemongrass goat and a teriyaki-style goat and boiled goat and some soupy thing that might have been brain soup. All meat. All the time. Okay, so there was a small amount of vegetables... corn (delicious, but coated in flour so I couldn't eat it) and greens (fried in oil, garlic and chilis--yum!). We all tried it and even enjoyed it, though the skin parts I could do without. Really, I've just learned to eat around it.

The party was only getting started when we had to leave. Stuart had chowed his food down and was already tired, plus we hadn't sprayed mosquito repellent and we were dining, quite literally, on a lake. One of my students said they take their teachers there for farewell dinners and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they will do the same for me. It was a beautiful setting in the midst of the limestone karsts. (Yes, I should have taken photos, but our camera batteries are dead and I can't find the charger--sigh.)

Time to get ready for class...