Culture and Food

I headed to Lago de Yojoa with two friends on the weekend for a Sunday out of the city.  We went to "The Lake" as many refer to it here, but really didn't see much of the lake other than outside the car windows and a quick step outside the car to capture a few shots of this group of friendly cattle coming toward us.

Our mission was to find the D&D Brewery.  I'd heard it was there.  I'd heard it was owned by someone from Europe or the US or someplace other than here and that the food was great and thought it would be fun to get out and try some place different. 

Beef at Lake Yojoa, Honduras

It took almost as long to find the brewery as it did to get to the lake, but I just didn't care.  It was all about the ride and seeing something different.  It's hard to explain to people in a place where having a car is not always the "norm" and where gas is approaching $6 a gallon that just going for a nice "drive in the country" and where I haven't gotten behind the wheel in almost 2 years which is really a ride in the back seat of the car, is the perfect way to spend a few hours.

I love seeing what's outside the windows and always want to shout -- "Alto! I want to tengo a fotographía please!" but know the guys in the front seat will first of all have to ask me a million times what I am saying because not only is it Spanglish, but aside from the word or two I can get out that make linguistic sense, the idea of their passenger wanting to stop on the side of the road where there's nothing but rows of perfectly lined up palm trees or old, worn buildings with character and unknown stories or a weathered vaquero in a white cowboy hat and a machete in hand walking to who knows where to do who knows what in his daily travels is so unnatural and potentially so incredibly "dangerous" they don't comprender (understand) or better yet, don't want to comprender.

The beauty of this trip was having friends that speak the language.  I wasn't scared.  The drivers and one of the passengers may have been a bit worried that these kind and gentle looking group of cows -- errr... bulls? may suddenly want to stampede, but I insisted on staying until they got close enough to get a shot.  Notice the guy on the right who looks like he might be getting  ready to run for it?  ;) 

It's ok Carlos!  We have two guys ready to take on this pack of cattle -- they are here to protect -- we will make it out of this situation alive.


Flower at D&D Brewery

We found the brewery after a few Google searches, a phone call and finally listening to the instructions on the Nav apps.  It was quiet -- except for the groups of backpackers that were getting culinary fortification before heading out on one of those long hikes around the lake.  The food was ok, nothing to write home about and none of us ordered beer because ... well, even though our purpose was to visit a brewery, we don't really like beer. We did want to take a tour of the brewery, but Saturday wasn't a tour day so we ate our lunch and headed back to San Pedro.

This flower is called Champu

Jorge took us on a little detour to see the way water runs through the countryside in enormous pipes that helps run the electric plant that he told us powers all of Honduras.  I think I need to do some judicious Googling to see what this is all about, but these pipes were kind of freaky in a Planet of the Apes -- this came from out of nowhere -- who came before us -- kind of way. It's difficult to believe these pipes can supply the water needed to run the electricity for an entire country?  I'll have to get back to you on that theory.

 Water pipes

With trip to the brewery over, we headed back into town.  The day was barely half over and we needed something else to do.  Since no one but me wanted to go to the produce market on "the wrong side of the tracks," we decided to go to the Museo de Anthropologia y Historia.  I'd heard about it, but had never gotten there so this was the perfect opportunity!

Cannon at the entrance to the museum

There was a lot to see in this museum.  We were the only visitors and I get the feeling that other than groups of tourists or school children, it's not a frequently visited stop on traveler's agendas, but it should be.  The staff is eager -- almost over eager to help.  They want to show you around, explain every piece of history collected, and there is a lot.

But it's a bit sad.  While much of what you see of the very old pieces are replicas that look surprisingly real there are a few documents that are originals and are not well protected from sunlight or handling and are fading into oblivion.  Taking care to preserve history is not an inexpensive undertaking and while it looks like they are trying very hard to maintain the past, I'm afraid some of this is going to end up being preserved in photographs only.  Being able to physically touch some of these things ends up leaving them smooth and worn but not in the way they should be. 


You can't make out the details any longer

And of course, what captivated me most were the exhibits that related to food.  I've wanted a molcajete and after our time at the museum learning a bit about Honduran history, we headed to the Guamalito market where i picked up a molcajete and tejolote of my own.  And that's not all.  I am determined how to make my own tortillas the "real" way -- with boiled corn!  These tools are not expensive here and I have room and you know what they say -- "When in ..."  

So I whipped up an incredible batch of guacamole last night and am looking forward to fresh tortillas on the weekend if I can find instructions online.  If not, I'll wing it.  I'll let you know how it goes.

For rolling the dough

Making guacamole is easy and if you've never had guacamole made from one of these ... run to your nearest store selling molcajetes and get one -- NOW! 

Making Guacamole

Making Guacamole