Experiencing Peru
While celebrating a birthday at the Torres family home my first week in Peru, I was asked if I knew how to make TORTA or CAKE. The family was very excited to find out that I knew how to make dessert…but I failed to tell them that Betty Crocker is my best friend and making things from scratch does not happen too often in my life. Because of my lack of being fluent in Spanish… although head nods and big smiles can go a long way… I found out a couple of weeks later that I had promised to make cake for the family and was asked when I was going to do it. In very much my style, with a bazillion other things that also had to be completed before leaving Peru, I somehow squeezed in buying ingredients for the brownies late Friday night. I did find a Betty Crocker brownie mix and was very tempted to buy that instead…but I held out and bought the ingredients to make them from scratch. (Thanks Laura for the recipe)! I am always amazed how my broken Spanish can bring on wonderful, even exciting conversations…even in the baking isle of the grocery store regarding the best cocoa to use for torta…too bad I didn’t understand 95% of the conversation but we both seemed to walk away happy and I had cocoa in my basket. Well, the BIG MOMENT finally arrived! We didn’t have the correct size pan so the brownies turned into a cake…and because of oven temperature challenges…it came out a little burnt but overall, we had a lot of fun and we made TORTA!
The Torres family the night of the birthday party.
Rosa Maria and I with our "brownies"
Jerry and Hermana Torres

My friend Mario also had a birthday while I was in Peru. I was able to participate in his celebration with his family and friends. I admit, we bought the torta from the bakery…and it was delicious. I think I already mentioned this but Mario is an incredible botanist/biologist and I could not have gotten everything done in Peru without his help. But that is not all, both he and his wife are incredible, kind, generous, patient, wonderful people!!


Mario and his family
(only three of the girls are his, the others are nieces)

One afternoon, I spent the SIESTA with my friend Julio, learning about and tasting many of the delicious fruits grown here. I met Julio at church the first time I came to Peru. Although he chastised me for not coming back to Peru with a better knowledge of Spanish, he was still willing to take some time and teach me the names of the fruits in Spanish.

Julio and his wife

Working in the herbarium... What can I say? My experiences in Peru could not have been possible without these plants to identify!
