Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Culinary Adventures of a Traveling Vegetarian
At the other extreme was the day of my arrival in Ticul, a small town south of Mérida. I was hot and tired, the pizzería was closed, so I wandered into a restaurant offering Yucatecan specialties, asked to see the menu before sitting down, explaining my limitations, looked at the descriptions and then asked for a particular dish without the turkey. They brought out a plate with tostadas with a number of ingredients, including turkey, I sent it back with a patient explanation, they brought out a container of tortillas, a bowl of what looked to me like black bean soup, much more liquid than beans, a plate of salad ingredients, and, mercifully, a little bowl of guacamole. I tried making a taco with the beans but they were too liquid and ran all over the plate, so I ate the beans as a soup with a spoon, gobbled up the guacamole, and asked for the check. When the check came the second line had been crossed off, I was only charged for the limonada. Horrendously embarrassed, I left as quickly as possible.
Sometimes the solution is to eat totally out of synch with the culture of my surroundings, in
Frequently the solution is to be bored, falling back on cheese enchiladas in
We veggies of course don’t have the luxury of being able to take a leap into the unknown and order something without being sure of what it contains. Our vocabulary leans heavily to “¿Qué trae?” whatever and “¿Relleno de qué?” We thank the waiter for a vegetarian main dish and then patiently explain that the mashed potatoes with bits of ham in them have to be taken off the plate. We try not to sound peeved that the world’s restaurants are not more in synch with our atypical tastes. We feel a great relief when we are in Mexico City’s Zona Rosa and can go to a restaurant where the food is not only vegetarian but also excellent. And we wonder: Is it really necessary to eat?