The Sopa de Cabeza (sheep brain soup) was not available, so the two orphans (street children i semi-adopted for the day) and i settled for Sopa de Lengua (sheep tongue soup). i ate the carrots and potatoes right away because i was truly famished...the potatoes must have been like the freeze-dried ones i saw at the hilltop market (Cuzco, at 1,000+ feet elevation gets super cold at night, and they just leave the potatoes on the ground at night where they freeze, then dry them in the sun during the day.) The potatoes tasted earthy...literally! The sheep tongue was huge and blue-gray...i spooned mine into one of the boy's bowl. Then i discovered that the cook was very generous and put in the jaw of the sheep, with its teeth still on the bone! That got passed on to the other boy. Then i was about to eat the white stuff, thinking in my altitude- befuddled mind that they were pieces of tofu (in Cuzco?! duh!) -- good thing i asked the boys first, "Que son los blancos?" They answered, "la cabeza!" So i slid the whole bowl over to their side of the table...i wasn't as hungry as i thought after all! But the boys enjoyed their meal.
Which bowl of soup was mine? Duh...
This post brought out a chuckle -- an LOL from my soul! i PRAISE and THANK my FatherGOD for these two orphans who were my tour guides and bodyguards in Cuzco. May The LORD SPIRIT also REbirth them INto CHRIST so that they may have GOD their Maker be their forEVERmore FATHER -- their GOOD FATHER ALL-ways, ALWAYS! \o/
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