By Sankar Chatterjee
Ken Barrington finished his exploration of the Machu Picchu ruins in Peru. While departing, his trailguide, Boris, would suggest that Ken stop at Ollantaytambo to get a taste of a local dish of cuy. Ken stopped at a grill in Ollantaytambo, ordering a drink and the item.
The waitress: “How do you like your cuy? Rare, medium-rare or well-done?”
Ken, realizing his own ignorance: “What’s a cuy-dish?”
The waitress: “A whole grilled guineapig, with all its toes and eyes intact.”
Ken remembered his two boyhood guineapig pets, lovingly named Lennon and Harrison. He changed his order to a grilled salmon-trout.
Bio: Sankar Chatterjee’s essays have appeared in Funny in Five Hundred, Friday Flash Fiction, The Vignette Review and Wilderness House Literary Review.