breakfast of champions

yeah.

this is what happens when i visit vermont.

rockstar.

amtrak snax

nances

 go to mexico and not see nances everywhere.

i dare you.

it's not freakin' possible. 

they are falling off of every other tree, 

people are selling them on every corner 

and in every market.

(or at least it seems that way)

after three and half weeks of wondering,

obviously i bought some. 

$1 for a small bag. 

ok. 

deal.

too bad they were super weird.

maybe they weren't ripe. 

they were kind of like small apples, 

but had a totally different smell. 

i can't really explain it. 

but i can say that my hotel room smelled to high heaven 

for two days 

after i brought them in 

and gave them a chance.

gross.

what i really wanted to try and find 

were these lychee looking things.

but after some research on the internet,

i have discovered that the fruit i wanted was

the rambutan.

a super fuzzy koosh ball looking thing,

that is apparently related to the lychee

(and the mamoncillo)

wait for it,

but i got back to the states

and jb brought me home a creepy fruit,

the quenepa. 

also known as the mamoncillo.

small world.

flan natural

flan is not creepy.

flan is delicious. 

unless, you ask for flan and they ask you "natural or neopolitano?"

um... natural?

cause who wants vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry flavored flan?

no one.

and then they bring you this.

not the beautiful pie shaped piece of flan you saw the people next to you order. 

an oversized jello shot of yellow. 

but it's flan.

and frankly, 

while totally creepy looking, 

it's pretty good. 

frida