
When I go to new places I love to try the unusual food that is endemic to that area. (Unless I'm in Oaxaca where the local speciality happens to be grasshoppers - then some primal part of my brain mutinies from the adventure. Or I'm in a diner serving "chipped beef". Never eat that. Don't believe the smiling waitress with the warm southern drawl. You will definitely gag.) In Matagalpa "steam-table" buffets were abundant, and Lonely Planet rated this place highly. Although it may not be obvious from my plate of food, I wasn't that hungry. So, I passed on several items on the buffet and chose only the most delicious-looking things. Also, the portions the ladies scooped out were large, so I shared mine with my sweetheart. Mindful!
Matagalpa is also well-known for its coffee. Although I had just had a cup of strong coffee at our hotel, and we were a bit rushed, AND I was already buzzing a little, I was determined to sit at a local cafe and enjoy a cup of coffee. Because the guidebooks said I should. The coffee was good, but I didn't actually want or need it and had to gulp it down kinda fast. Not mindful.

One night our hosts took us to a local home for a BBQ dinner. They really talked it up: "The meat is super-fresh - the animals were killed yesterday!". What an excellent endorsement. If pigs in Canada lived like this one resting in its family's yard, I'd eat a lot more pork. The BBQ was delicious.

Many meals came with huge chunks of chewy salty cheese from these cows, which get herded along the roads between fields each day. We saw a lot of calves nursing from their mothers - a sight not often seen on dairy farms in Ontario. It was a treat to be so close to the source of our food.
When you see where food comes from, you may be less likely to waste it. Wasting includes consuming it when you don't really want or need it. How many pots of coffee get poured down our gullets, or down the drain, every single day? After my coffee gluttony in Matagalpa we stayed at La Sombra shade-grown coffee farm/ecolodge. We saw toucans and sloths on these farms, which made me feel righteous for seeking out fair-trade organic coffee at home, like the kind they sell at Coffeeco here in Kingston. These families (including kids) work 9 or more hours a day, 6 days a week during the coffee harvest, picking and sorting the coffee. It's exhausting, sometimes dangerous work (on account of the venomous snakes that may be resting in the coffee shrubs), but these are considered to be good jobs. The workers get 2 or 3 meals of rice and beans a day on the farm. It is fascinating to learn about what my choices at home translate to many countries away. I felt very very lucky to have been born in Canada.

I wonder who put a visit to the Cocoa Castle on the itinerary? Two women work in this tiny factory to transform beans into bars for Nicaraguans to enjoy, adding only sugar and a bit of coffee and cashews for flavouring. The chocolate is rich, with a grainy texture that comes from the way the beans are ground. Its intensity makes it binge-proof. I savoured my sample with a black coffee. Clarification for the observant: Although I am wearing the same shirt in every picture, these were not all taken on the same day. We like to travel light. So I didn't buy a 1 kilo bar of their baking chocolate, since I didn't want my carry-on to be overweight. Yes, we wouldn't want too much chocolate making our "carry-on" overweight, would we?