If you know me, you know that food runs my life. A generally jovial chap, I become quite melancholic at the prospect of missing a meal. In the US, weekly meal plans and weekend trips to the grocery store were how I made sure Emily and I were well fed.
However, things have been different here in Nicaragua. Whether it’s the lack of fridge/freezer space, or the fact that I can purchase all of my provisions within walking distance, I’ve developed a more improvisational style in regards to food preparation. Sure, I’m still constantly thinking about what we’re going to eat, but I’m mostly focused hours, not days, ahead. Here’s what a typical day looks like: Continue reading A Day in the Life (of my belly)