This whole time I’ve been in Des Moines I have been pronouncing it the “proper” way. You know, in French. Which may be the reason I’ve had a few people ignore me. Like I said before, no worries on my part. I have fun no matter what.
From asking around last night (in English), I realized that Des Moines has a fairly large Farmers Market on Saturday mornings. Going to the market is one of my favorite things to do every weekend so it only made sense to visit le marché de producteurs in downtown Des Moines today. It did not disappoint.
I had a couple cookies from one vendor (a cheese cookie – YUM! – and a ginger cookie – also yum!!) but then decided it was time for “real food.” There was a long line at the Salvadorean Pupusa tent. I had no idea what a pupusa was, so I tried to get as close as possible to complete strangers to get a good look at what they were eating and then I walked around the tent to watch the Salvadorean people cook the food. It looked pretty good but I still had no idea what exactly I was looking at. So I went to the trusty Google. Essentially its a thick, handmade corn tortilla with some sort of filling (pork and cheese is traditional) and they are served with curtido (lightly fermented cabbage slaw with red chilies and vinegar) and a salsa. Sounds good enough. And it was … it was the best choice for breakfast I’ve made in a long time. The flavors were awesome. I just had no idea I had to go to Des Moines in order to eat something from El Salvador.
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