So it turns out that haystacks are just American. Melissa, who is from
England and
Jamaica, has never heard of haystacks before and none of the people here in Comayagua have heard of them either. We had to change that. We searched high and low for Fritos and found none, so we settled for some tortilla chips which I actually prefer with my haystacks, but most people go for the Fritos.
We invited our friends Alessandro, Paul, and Walter to our house for haystacks and we had to show them plus the Brit Melissa how to make them. I went first. I put down the chips, then rice, then beans, then lettuce, then tomato, then onions, then olives, then jalapeno, then best of all, the avocado. Whalla! Thus a haystack is made. If you have never had one before, it is a must! Sooo delicious.
They loved it. In fact, they would not stop eating it, except for Walter who came across a jalapeno and asked for milk. We took our time in giving him soy milk because we liked watching a grown man suffer over one tiny jalapeno piece whilst a bunch of girls stacked them on. We called him a wimp. “Que es wimp?” He asked. We told Paul, who is fluent in English to explain to him, but Paul did not know that very common English slang so we just called him a baby. I think that was insulting enough.
Paul returned the favor and brought us some corn tamales that were very delicious and some strange corn thing that I did not eat and here is why. It is a giant cob of corn with butter and parmesan cheese on it. Karaleigh and Briana took part in eating it. It was very messy, but tasty they said. It smelled like barf to me. I am glad we could share some culture with each other even it does smell like barf.
We invited our friends Alessandro, Paul, and Walter to our house for haystacks and we had to show them plus the Brit Melissa how to make them. I went first. I put down the chips, then rice, then beans, then lettuce, then tomato, then onions, then olives, then jalapeno, then best of all, the avocado. Whalla! Thus a haystack is made. If you have never had one before, it is a must! Sooo delicious.
They loved it. In fact, they would not stop eating it, except for Walter who came across a jalapeno and asked for milk. We took our time in giving him soy milk because we liked watching a grown man suffer over one tiny jalapeno piece whilst a bunch of girls stacked them on. We called him a wimp. “Que es wimp?” He asked. We told Paul, who is fluent in English to explain to him, but Paul did not know that very common English slang so we just called him a baby. I think that was insulting enough. 
Paul returned the favor and brought us some corn tamales that were very delicious and some strange corn thing that I did not eat and here is why. It is a giant cob of corn with butter and parmesan cheese on it. Karaleigh and Briana took part in eating it. It was very messy, but tasty they said. It smelled like barf to me. I am glad we could share some culture with each other even it does smell like barf.
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