Wednesday, July 13, 2011

4th of July Veggie Burger Recipe

I missed the American 4th of July again !  Another summer not spent in the U.S. of A.  But strangely enough, there was plenty of flag-waving, fireworks-buying, and meat-eating going on here in Venezuela.  It turns out that Venezuela's birthday is just one day after the USA's (the country of Venezuela is only 35 years (and a day) younger than my own).  It wasn't just any birthday, we're talking about its 200th birthday !


How could I celebrate both cultures simultaneously ? How could I bridge these two opposing cultural and political paradigms ?  Well, I decided to use the burger, the symbol of both the American plains and the Venezuelan Llanos.  It's also the poster-meal of American gluttony and neo-colonialism.  But did I create an ordinary burger ?  Did I create a burger that propetuates all that's wrong with American McCulture ?  Nay, I made a burger so de-clawed, de-feathered, de-fanged, de-boned, that it would render Venezuela's meat czar Senor Chuck Loin (that's Sir Loin, to you, bub !) speechless and mouth-watering.


I made the American Veggezuelan Burger, full of beans, avocado, onion, and carrot grown in Vene...well probably not in Venezuela since they import most of their food, but certainly grown close to Venezuela.


And here's how I did it...
In a large bowl, throw in a can of black beans and a can of kidney beans.  Mash 'em and smash 'em.
Add a giant, tropical avocado.  Give it the bean treatment.
Finely chop a large purple onion and add to the mixture.
Grate a small carrot.
Add oats until the mixture is dry and crumbly.
Stir an egg in there, too.
Add bread crumbs and/or flour until the mixture's the same consistency as meat.  Saltine crackers work great, too.
Finally spice it with salt, pepper, paprika, coriander, cumin.  Sage, rosemary, thyme, oregano, and turmeric are optional.
From here on, treat them like meat burgers, fry the patties and serve on a bun with ketchup, mustard, tomato, and lettuce.


Seriously, vegetarians and carnivorous Venezolanos alike have eaten seconds of this burger.  One such Venezolano had no idea that he was eating meat !

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

My chat with Dios Pescador, the Landlord

About a week ago, I was struck by some mysterious tourist flu, complete with high fevers, profuse sweating, and diarrhea smelling of dead snake and rotten papaya. During the worst of it, we were staying with Julian and his dad in their home near the Venezuelan border. For the first day, I barely left the bed. On the second day, just as I was getting my strength back (but by no means, was I better), Dad corners me at the kitchen table.


- So, you're a math teacher. Tell me the solution to this calculus problem !






- Hmmm, well it's been ten years since I've studied this...and I didn't really teach this to my underperforming 13 year-olds...and uh, my head hurts. 




But I looked at the problem anyway.  It looked familiar, and it seemed like it needed factoring before continuing any further.  But it wasn't factorable.  I must be missing something...  And after 10 minutes I gave up.


- What ?!  You can't do this ?  You have to factor !  (x^2 + 2x + 2) becomes (x + 2) (x + 1) obviously !


- Uh, but that doesn't work...you'd need '3x' in the original problem.


And this is where he taught me my lesson.  He scribbled out the 'two' and wrote 'three'.  Silly me.


Then the conversation drifted to why I take pills.  I tried to explain that there are two small organs, near the kidneys, that produce several hormones, such as adrenaline.  And that my body has, for unknown reasons, attacked these little glands.  Yes, I still have adrenaline, but no, I'm missing a couple of other ones.  Thus, the pills.


Silly me again, I don't need those pills.  What I need is God !  And then, I kid you not, he grabbed my arm and said, "Repeat after me".


I was a bit scared at this point.  I'm sending distress glances at Pauline and Julian; HELP, my eyes are screaming !




And it went something like this...


- Dear Jesus Christ, who is my landlord, and who likes to fish or maybe to eat fish, please make my organs grow back (like they were before you took them), and don't take any other organs either.  Amen.


And then Pauline said, "Do you want to watch a movie ?"  Aaaah, the voice of an angel; that was the prayer my heart was saying.


Amen.

The US Navy and Usnavy


The US Army and Navy and CIA are no strangers in Latin America, having participated in a plethora of wars and coups d'etat throught the region, from Guatemala to Panama, from Venezuela to Chile.  But assassinating democratically-elected leaders leading to years of suppression, torture, and disappearances is not their only legacy...


For more than a hundred years, the US Navy has visited Colombian beaches and ports, such as Cartagena.  Now, when a lonely sailor with US dollars in his pockets meets a poor but beautiful local girl, it's no wonder sparks are gonna fly.  Like in the Andrews Sisters' song :

Drinkin' rhum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise

Later, while dad's back on the high seas or visiting a Banana Republic fomenting political change and rousing rabble, mom's giving birth to little Junior.  She wants to give the baby boy his father's name.  What was his name again ?  Oh, yeah, it was printed in bold letters on his uniform !  USNAVY !

Right now in Colombia, or along other Latin american coastlines, you just might encounter one of the US Navy's hereditary legacies : Usnavy Ramirez or Usnavy Hernandez or Usnavy Santos...

What Colombians think about Venezuela

When the Colombians we met asked about our travel plans, we told them that we’d be spending some time in Venezuela after Colombia.  At this point, we received one of two very different viewpoints.


Thr first is that Chavez is crazy and that Venezuela is run-down and dangerous.  This is the majority opinion.  The second is that Chavez is crazy and that Venezuela is a paradise, where gasoline is cheaper than water and where you can eat beef with every meal.


We’ve spent 4 days now in Venezuela, and we’ve discovered that, yes, gasoline is cheaper than water.  On the other counts though…it doesn’t seem any more run-down than Colombia, they don’t seem to eat more meat than Colombians (both peoples eat a lot).  And we haven’t yet felt that it’s a dangerous country.


But the more I hear about Chavez, the more I conclude that the Colombians are right !