Sunday, December 6, 2009

Killing the Fatted Calf

Our oldest son is back home after sixteen months in South America. He was in Ecuador and Peru, working for an NGO doing projects such as building housing, clinics, schools and irrigation systems for remote areas in need of such things.

He's been eating a lot in the twenty-four or so hours he's been here. Which means I've been cooking a lot.
During his birthday dinner tonight which consisted of stuffed pork loin roast and double chocolate cheesecake with cherries on top, he gagged his brothers with stories of the food he ate in South America, including every kind of organ meat under the sun- tripe and tongue and such. He ate deep fried cuy, (which is guinea pig to us English speakers) and made a point of describing in detail how the animals are prepared before hitting the pot of oil. He also ate insects, and told of things consumed that were even worse, if you can imagine, as he tried to completely ruin Seth and Neal's dinner.

Big brothers. Gotta love 'em.

Sam, do you know where Peru is?

Come on! You show me where Peru is on the map!

Point to it, Peter!

Since Kristin was about eight we have called him "Mr. Informative" since he loves to convey information.

He has lots and lots of it for us.

There's a real hands-on homeschool geography lesson here somewhere.

We got to see a few of the special gifts his new Peruvian friends gave him when they bid him farewell.

And some of the other treasures he brought home.

There is still a lot more to hear about and to catch up on. For him and us.


  1. So happy for you. I'm sure you all will enjoy every minute of it. Even the gross parts.

  2. Welcome home. What a great time of the year for your son to return to you. Even if he told gross food stories. Enjoy.


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