I never really considered myself a picky eater. Before heading out on Oblivion, I found it easy to find food to eat, even when I would visit my parent’s house in Iowa, where bacon falls under the condiment category rather than the meat category.
This is all over the mid-west. If you go into a restaurant and order a meal and ask for it to be made with any animals, nine times out of 10 whatever you have requested (a salad, macaroni, and cheese, pizza) will come with bacon on it. I know that bacon does not look like meat or a pig for that matter, so I understand the confusion.
I still eat bacon
I will admit that bacon was the last land animal that I ingested because it was tasty. However, the overwhelming grossness of eating a cute little pig won, and now I eat the Morning Star bacon, which is delicious and salty. Salt seems to be the only reason to eat bacon in the first place.
I’ve digressed. I, the non-picky eater, has had a little trouble with food since setting sail. The first ten days–way back in December were brutal. I ate saltines for Christmas dinner even though Brandi had made a yummy smelling dish. By the time we reached Cabo, my stomach had shrunk to the size of a walnut. Lots of small meals were in order. (Read our article on grilling in open)
Fortunately, I discovered these little bags of different seeds and nuts. Pumpkin seed, small green seeds, fresh roasted peanuts, and they seemed to be everywhere on the Baja. I was saved! Jeff told me I could not live on seeds and nuts alone, but it worked for a while. Thank you, Mexico, for the nuts.
Local cuisine wins!
I eventually got back to eating the local cuisine, which consisted mostly of seafood. It makes sense; we are on the ocean. Things seemed to be going along just fine. The seafood was fresh and cheap and delicious–who doesn’t love garlic shrimp? ME. I seem to have developed some allergy to it. I remember the last meal so very well.
We were in Guadalajara with Sam and Laura at that fancy restaurant Cocina 88–I had a Thai Shrimp, and it was great until about 2 am when I wanted to die. So, one more food to the ban list. My body has a rule–if I throw something up more than once, I can never eat or drink it again. The ban list has grown quite long during this trip, and I choose the food that I’m going to eat while we are underway carefully because of it.
Items that are on the ban list:
- Animals–land, and sea
- anything with a “smokey” flavor
- Diet Coke
- Macaroni salad–or any mayonnaise base “salad.”
- Red Wine–this is an on-again, off-again relationship
- Cubanas–the Mexican version of a mid-west red beer
- Any form of Whiskey
- Anything that smells like seaweed
- Soy Chorizo
- Soy Taverns
I think that is it. Pringles almost went on the list during this last passage, but I have recovered from that one. I’ve stocked up on popcorn, mac and cheese, and heart of palm. This will get me through the next month. That is all I need to live–Oh, and the nuts. I love the Mexican nuts.