Mutton Knuckle Soup, Cuzco
By David Knowlton
Cold feels omnipresent in hills and valleys around Cuzco, and especially now that the night time temperatures begin their irresistible march towards freezing and below. It will not be long before over night frost will pull its bucket of paint and switch the hillsides from green to brown.
In the day, when the sun shines, temperatures soar and people can shed their extra skins, but in the shadows or when a burst of air comes down the hillsides cold can strike the unprepared.
Cold is so real and so feared that at moments of transition, such as from night to day, or at the beginning or end of a meal, people drink something hot, or eat a good soup. Read the rest of this entry