[Kitten Festival]

As chavismo continues to take root and normal meat disappears from store shelves in Caracas, Venezuelans will find themselves expanding their rodent menu to ever greater varieties of rodent than just the big quasi-nutria capybaras they wolf down right now. Viva la revolucion!

[pissant]

Cats and dogs next.

[tubebender]

Please take my advice and do not read this story...

[Jaysun]

When I think of rodents I think of rats, squirrels, or house cats. Those capybara are friggen huge. They look like they'd be delicious. ;o)

[onyx]

Delicacy for "you" ping.

[A Navy Vet]

Ummm, yum. Sounds almost as good as the rat and dog meet barbeque in the streets of the Philippines. Just add sauce, cook thoroughly, and extemely tasty. Works best on a stick, especially after a few San Miguels.

[Political Junkie Too]

In Venezuela, Rodents Can Be a Delicacy

Now Chavez will nationalize rodents. Thanks to the NYT for ruining that little pleasure that was left for the people of Venezuela.

-PJ

[jws3sticks]

We always need pictures!

[Slings and Arrows]

"It's a cookbook! A cookbook!"

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[snarks_when_bored]

In Venezuela, Rodents Can Be a Delicacy

There's nothing delicate about Hugo Chavez...

[Pro-Bush]

[COEXERJ145]

Actually capybaras have been consumed by humans for centuries.

[Liberty Valance]

In Venezuela, Rodents Can Be a Delicate Balance...

[Jedi Master Pikachu]

Latin America pinglist

If you want on or off the list, go to the link for instructions. Otherwise, it won't be guaranteed that you will be put on or taken off (it still won't be 100% guaranteed, anyway, but will be much more highly probable).

[DreamsofPolycarp]

Years ago, while working with Wycliffe Bible Translators in Colombia, I was in the southeastern mountains with a small group of indigenous people called the Cuaquier (pr. Kwi ee ker). It took us 9 hours of hiking through the most inhospitable terrain imaginable to reach them (up hill, down hill, up hill, down hill). They spoke little if any Spanish, were isolated, and lived in degradation, squalor, drunkenness, and worse. We were working on a project to learn their language, reduce it to writing, teach them how to read their own language, and translate the New Testament into their language.

Anyway.... We lived with them for about a week and a half, doing some general work, and securing 5 of them to go back to the "camp" (Lomalinda, Colombia, now in the slap dab middle of FARC territory) and work on linguistics. We paid them to spend the night in their homes and feed us. Our meals were simple.... boiled green bananas, three times a day. Kinda like oatmeal but not as tasty (smile). One night we got a special treat, MEAT! They had a few hogs and chickens, but these were reserved for the indians themselves. We got the next best thing. A jungle rat, commonly eaten by the Indians. I would (and will) eat anything, so I just dug in. And you know what? It tasted GOOOOOOODDDDD! I would happily eat it again.

The happiest memories of that trip, though, were listening to Lee tell of a man who healed others and then claimed to have authority to forgive sins. The hearers made the quick jump (as had the Pharisees years ago) that only (a) God could make such a claim. I have memories of being exahusted, in smokey rooms/huts, with dark, impassive eyes looking intently as Lee read this brand new story. That time was the highlight of my life.

But yeah, I ate rat, and it was good.

[reg45]

The trees are next, just like in North Korea.

[metmom]

I suppose if you're hungry enough, anything can be considered a delicacy.

Excuse me while I go to......