I didn’t have a guinea pig as a pet when I was young, so maybe that made it a little easier to tear one apart and eat it when I was in Peru a few months ago.
A few of the people I was travelling with baulked when the local delicacy was placed in front of them, and as it turned out, they weren’t missing much. My once furry little house pet was gamey, a bit tough, and pretty damn hard to get any meat off of – particularly the head, which you literally have to gnaw on.
Don’t tell Peruvians that though – they seem to love the little fellas.
And that’s the thing: when you’re travelling, you realise that one person’s house pet, or one person’s inedible gristle, is the next person’s culinary staple. Hell, sometimes it’s a revered national dish.
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