|Hostel BBQ Dinner|
And I totally admit to having no food photos either.
Not because I don't like taking photos, though it's really not my *most favoritest* thing to do.
Mostly because I don't like having to remember to fetch my camera from the locker, keep it in my pocket, not crunch or drench it while cooking, and only *then* snap pics of what I'm eating.
|Mango, the (8 month old) hostel dog|
Also, I'm not so big on the going through the photos, picking out the ones that should ever see the light of day, and deleting the rest.
|Iguanas, Hangin' Out|
I've been eating lazy food, anyway. I've fallen into a rut. I have quesadillas with black beans and queso Oaxaca (when the entire island isn't out of it), potato-cabbage taco-things, black bean "chili" in tortillas, on rice, mixed with pasta. I nom pasta with veggies and tomato sauce.
Yeah, I think that's everything. There's other stuff to eat here, I just don't eat it. Heck, even if I ate animals I'm pretty sure I'd steer clear of lobster pizza. I just don't see how it could turn out good, ya know?
|Part of a (hopefully) dead horse(?). Part of a scapula or pelvis, I think. There were other "horse parts" scattered around.|
Old, weathered bone really only *kinda* looks like wood.