We had lots of yummy food when we were in Isla Mujeres.
I don’t really love coconut milk, and nor does big boy R, but he knocked it back so that the vendor could crack it open. The meat was sold in plastic bags, sprinkled with chili powder and spritzed with the juice of the ubiquitous lime.
Every day meant a trip to the local market for a pineapple, some mangos, some avocados, and some limes.
Every morning, fresh pastries.
The market had a butcher.
Look at their faces. The entrails and claws and hooves in plastic waste buckets were what they found really horrifying.
Here’s Tee, the first one up on the first morning there, eating croissants.
If we couldn’t find what we were looking for at the market, there was a grocery store close by that had a bigger selection.
Strange, unidentifiable sweets…
Mexican breakfast cereal…
Chips…
…and Mexican Cheetos, which are very spicy and much yummier than ours.
There were lots of street vendors…
..there was freshly squeezed orange juice…
…and although R never did get to eat a fish taco, I took both of the meat eaters out for a seafood lunch.
One vendor sold hot caramel crepes that were simply divine. Every night we kept going back for more, and then we branched out to the deep fried dough sticks. The crepe maker also sold crepes filled with Nutella and melted cheese, which seemed strange until we saw people eating corn cobs covered in sugar. It seemed that there was a sweet/savory kind of thing going on. Also, an island-wide addiction to Nutella. One little diner-style restaurant offered this dish:
Not that unusual, I guess, but what about this?
Or this?
Crazy, man.
team effort 