You are a country of amazing diversity, incredible scenery, welcoming people and your food – oh the food… Since we arrived we have been treated to various Colombian specialties and our waistlines are now suffering the consequences of all your ridiculously delicious food. But, as we leave the country, we are not sure how we are going to live without your:
With your stunning array of tropical fruits, we are now unsure how we will survive without the sweet sour tang of maracuya (passionfruit), the berry deliciousness of mora (blackberry), the creamy lulo, the refreshing melon and the indescribable tomate de arbol (tree tomato). From Colombia onward I will hold maracuya dear to my heart.
This savoury cheesy bread, best eaten straight out of the oven, has cast a spell on our hungry bellies. We found ourselves craving this small button of tastiness nearly every morning. And, we both agree, that Pan Pa Ya in Bogota makes the most magnificent almojabana.
A delicious and delectable cheesy treat
A soup created with chicken, 3 types of potatoes, corn, heavy cream and capers sounds like an odd mix but this traditional soup became a solid favourite after the first spoonful. Comforting, filling and with a bit of a zip from the capers this Bogotan specialty will be sorely missed but hopefully recreated.
Capers, chicken and potatoes...
Arepa de Huevo
Originally from the coast, we first tried arepa de huevo in Bogota where Odette (yet another gracious Colombian host) gave us a crash course in how to make them. Turns out our skills are not very good but with Odette’s help the end product tasted just fine. Amazing that cornflour, egg and salt can taste so scrumptious. Salsa Brava and a dollop of sour cream completed this tasty breakfast.
Deep-fried with an egg in the middle!
Pan de bono
Almojabana’s cheeky cousin, pan de bono filled our stomachs with sheer bliss when we visited Cali. With a harder skin, reminiscent of a bagel, on the outside and soft chewy bread on the inside it was too hard to say no to just one… so we didn’t (which is why there are no photos!).
Sigh Colombia, it is with sorrow and jeans that don’t quite zip up that we bid you adieu.