marysue@hpfcla.UUCP (09/10/85)
Way back in '78, when I was a wandering student in the Andes region of Ecuador, I had the chance to partake of roasted guinea pig. It was cooked by a street vendor (I took some foolish chances in those days) on a spit over coals. He brushed the beastie with some thick orange grease (probably fat with some spices in it) and turned the spit occasionally. The meat wasn't too bad--resembling chicken, as I recall, but the grease was enough to gag you. I even have a picture of a woman selling live guinea pigs in the market place. Such memories... Mary Sue Rowan Hewlett Packard Fort Collins, CO hpfcla!marysue