Un viaje a la Pomaire

We took a trip to Pomaire on Saturday morning. Pomaire is a cute, very country little town where all the clay pots/dishes originated from and the prices can't be beat. Basically, there's a main road right in the middle of town where all the shops are and side streets were there are some residential areas. The whole place is kind of a throw back, it's hard to think that people still live in places that lack a lot of modern comforts.

We looked around a bit and then had to look for a place for lunch before Rod got crazy. If you know Rod, you are probably aware that once he is hungry, there's only a short window period of time to get food into him before things really go bad (for anyone close by). Uri took us to a small place down a back road, behind a small plaza (I was a little concerned that we would make a turn off the main road and disappear once we were out of sight from the rest of the crowd), but we decided to go to another place that Susie and Dad had been to before on the main road (whew!!). So we trekked back up the road and had lunch at La Naranja (The Orange). It was almost out of a movie, dirt floor, wooden tables and chairs, handmade paper flags streaming above, whole watermelons on the tables - and a live rooster walking around!

What a good choice for lunch, we had empanadas and pastel de choclo (corn pie) - which I have not liked for years, but after having it at La Naranja, I'm a fan. They made it a different way with chicken and only a few raisins. It was sweet and tasty. La Naranja is famous for their half-kilo empanadas (a little over 1 lb); they're HUGE! Rod did not want to share the giant empanada with me because he doesn't like sharing his food - which we found out Uri also has the same problem. (Anna and Larry - remember the french fry incident at McDonalds awhile back?) Surprisingly, Rod was willing to share a pastel de choclo with me and even offered me 'the good piece of chicken' because he said that's his way of showing how much he cares about me. So, wanting to return the sentiment, I only took half of the good piece and gave him the other half. Wasn't that nice? Maybe the way to world piece is to always offer everyone the 'good piece of chicken.'

After lunch, we looked around a bit more then headed back to town to watch a real professional futbol game - Dad's team, La Catolica.