Miguel and my dad will eat just about anything. I remember the first year they met at my place in Canada - Miguel was surprised that my dad ate hot chili peppers just like he did. I've seen both men pop things into their mouths that made their eyes water and their skin break into a sweat, but they insisted it was great.
Else will try most things too although she does not like food too spicey. I am the fussy one - I can eat food spiced with chilis (not as hot as Miguel), but there are a lot of things I won't eat. Fish and seafood, to name a couple. Which is a shame - living here in Mexico, on the sea, and visiting Norway, on the sea, where fresh fish and shrimp is plentiful, and I won't touch it.
Not to worry - our first meal was a delicious roasted chicken with basmati rice, white gravy, and Mexican fiesta mixed vegetables. Delicious!
I can't remember what we ate for all our meals, but it was all good. When the others ate shrimp, bought fresh down at the market, I ate chicken. We fixed our pan-fried potatoes and Else just loved those. My dad took a liking to the ground-beef tacos we made on our last night. I think we all appreciated all the wonderful food we shared.
I really couldn't get enough of all the fantastic breads. I adore good bread and that is one thing I really miss here. I have a bread machine and I really need to try some recipes and see if I can get good results using the flour I can get in Mexico. I had a bag that I brought down from Canada, especially for bread and pastry, but it's gone now.
We all are used to just two meals a day - a full breakfast and then the main meal in late afternoon. After our afternoon meal, Miguel and I headed across the hall to our little suite, and we all took a siesta.
Evenings were spent drinking coffee and eating wonderful Norwegian pastries, cakes, and ice cream. It didn't seem to matter which bakery my dad went to, everything was fresh and delicious and we looked forward to our evenings on the sofa eating yummy things like this. That is another thing I miss here - great baked goods. We have a few things that are good, but nothing to compare to the pastries we ate in Norway.