Vegetables and Roadkill

AAHHH Living on the island...all the fresh fruits and vegetables you can eat...not exactly the case. Everything and anything must be barged in from the mainland. In San Pedro on Thursday mornings, be on the lookout for Renee. He will be the Belizean balancing 100 pounds of fruits and veggies on the handlebars from his borrowed bicycle.

Renee supports his family by farming on the mainland of Belize and once a week he travels over by water taxi to the island to sell his goods.

He also takes special requests. If he doesn't have it, he will find it. After talking to him about his life on the mainland, he promised us a special treat. The next Thursday, here comes Renee, peddling up the beach, his usual bag of brocolli on the front has been replaced with roadkill. Smoked Roadkill that is.

To be more specific, we were about to dine on a Belizean delicasy, or so he told us, of slow-smoked armadillo carcass. Suddenly, I knew how Anthony Bourdain must feel when he is offered some wretched cuisine and must ingest with a smile as to not offend the host.

A little over-smoked, a little chewy, a lot gamey, if anyone tells you it tastes like chicken, they are lying. We finished our "delicasy" with a smile and thanked our host for the meal (and the memory). Next week, we will stick to the papaya.