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WC Dish on the Road
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This year I opted to trade my traditional Easter celebrations for a southern style Bunny Day. I headed to Virginia for some good eats, drinks and, of course, I was hoping for some good peanut butter eggs. -
In celebration of our last night we needed a drink. But what to get? I had tasted a local concoction called a Panty Ripper; pineapple juice and coconut rum. But this was too sweet for my taste. I loved the freshly squeezed lime juice that they mixed with sugar (like a lime-anade) that all the bars had so I decided to order a lime juice and coconut rum. When I went to the bar to order it I asked what he thought the name of my new drink should be. The answer? A Sour Panty. Which, after a few drinks and the local creole accent quickly was … -
For our last day in Belize Patty and her husband joined us for a day at the beach. We caught a 6:00am bus to a ferry and the ferry dropped us off in Placencia, a quaint resort town that is known for having the world’s smallest main street (it’s the size of a sidewalk). Our hotel was literally across from the ferry doc and it was simply heaven. -
When I woke up the first thing I did was check for bug bites. I searched my body and discovered four large bumps on my leg. I heard Patty cleaning in the kitchen and called out, “Pat, how do you know if you got a bite from a “bad” bug?” -
“That is actually a really hard maneuver that the pilot just did. He must be really good.” P.P said as we swung through the air making turns I thought only a race car could make. -
We caught a two hour bus ride to another two hour bus ride which landed us in Grangrega along the coast. Here we had a tasty dinner of fried conch at a riverside cafe. The interior reminded me of what I would expect the 50’s be like. -
P.P. apparently has a height “issue” so I talked him through the many, many, many, many steps to the top of the ancient structure. The view was breathtaking and literally took both of our breath away. It was awesomely high.
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I ate watermelon on a large rock while P.P. splashed in the swimming hole. Carlos was on a rock to my left eating beans and a tortilla. Something tickled my leg and looked down. A red ant. I quickly hopped off the rock and went over to Carlos.
“Hey Carlos, are red ants bad?”
“Yeah.”
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Our guide, Carlos, was amazing and gave us samples of various plants in the rain forest for us to taste. Then he told us about their origin and their medicinal purposes. We tried plants that treated Malaria, saw cocoa plants, avocado plants (not in season- bummer) and tasted nuts that were like mini coconuts and are used to make cooking oil. Last but not least we ate termites!
Link Love
- West Chester Growers Market
- Cooking with Amy: A Food Blog
- Chocolate & Zucchini
- Well Fed
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- Opinionated About Dining
- A Hunger Artist
- West Chester Beer Consortium
- Smitten Kitchen
- Philly Food Guys
- Fork You!
- Cheap Dates
- West Chester Menu
- Girl About Philly
- PhilaFoodie
- McDuff’s Food & Wine Trail
- Tikaro.com: John Young’s Blog
- Barbecue Bachelor
- That Blue Yak