While food = meat (Tara avoiding all dietary flesh), we are not raising Wren, strictly speaking, vegetarian. Tara doesn't complain if I offer her a morsel of chicken or sausage now and again. However, here we have a horse of a different color (actually, several dozen young pigs). At Mistura, the celebration of nationalism in the form of all things edible, we walked by this enormous installation of
Chancho al palo, which looked delicious to me. Wren's comment: Mama, I don't like big meat.
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