For the Love of...Ceviche

      I love ceviche. I mean like I LOVE ceviche. Sometimes I think, scratch that…I KNOW, ceviche is one of God’s greatest gift to men. And women. For those of you who aren’t familiar with ceviche, I feel sorry for you. But I will still describe it for you out of pity. It is essentially a cold soup with a burst of kick-assness (Sorry, I don’t know a synonym for kick-assness). A wondrous blend of seafood; typically shrimp or fish, lemon juice, cilantro, onions, and some other flavors (which I am prohibited from sharing under official decree from The Ceviche Preparers Club).

 

Anyways, what makes ceviche soooo delicious is the diversity of bursting flavor. And the best way to eat ceviche is to top it off with tostado (toasted, seasoned corn nuts). THAT is heaven.

 

At the risk of sounding cliche, America is a kind of ceviche. After watching the Democratic convention last night, I remembered what makes America what it is—its the diversity. The blend of races, cultures, ideas, beliefs, religions, ages, languages, backgrounds, experiences, and history with a couple of NUTS on top—-the differences I miss when travelling to other countries that flaunt a more homogenous make-up. If ceviche only consisted of lemon juice, it would be too bitter. If it was only shrimp, it would be too fishy. Only tostado and it would be too nutty. The essence of all these ingredients are enhanced when they are mixed together. 

 

Just like the USA. Now stop reading and go eat some ceviche (preferebly Ecua style).