After (not) eating all the exotic food in China, arriving in Nepal was like coming back to Normalsville.
In crazy, touristy Kathmandu you could find every possible iteration of American food, including cinnamon rolls and pastries galore. (Obviously the trekkers are carb-loading.)
It was fun to see identifiable fruit and the tiny baby bananas.
Vegetarian chili and Everest beer was my boring but satisfying transitional meal for a day or two.
Then it was onto a beautiful dal plate of curry, rice and lentils, which is a staple of real Nepalese food.
And some super yummy corn & bitter greens we ate for lunch on the porch with the women of Devitar Village.
But my favorite taste treat was in Shaktikhor, Chitwan in a snack shop where the owner whipped up a concoction of peas, potatoes, spices, and corn served on a piece of paper with a cardboard “spoon.”
For 5 rupees (about 8 cents) it was spicy, hot, tangy, salty perfection. He sells about 100 a day and if I were in town his sales would probably double.
The last day we visited the Heifer Dairy Cooperative in Haraiya and met the women bringing in liters of water buffalo milk.
From there we went straight to pure yogurt heaven.
Namaste, folks… next food stop, Cameroon!!