Every one of my out of the country trips came with the warning, “Don’t eat the food you find on the street!!” I know that anyone who said that meant well. Their intention was to prevent sickness. You think things that have ben prepared on the street must mean unsanitary conditions and a ticket to either the bathroom, long-term or the doctor. But, sometimes I think back and wonder if they ever had eaten it? Did they know how delicious it was? Maybe they did, but didn’t want anyone else to find out! Or, maybe they were prone to sickness and stayed away so that no sickness would befall them.
I for one seem to (usually) have a stomach of steel. I can eat things off the street, fully enjoy them and remember them only with fondness. Not like those pumpkins cookies I ate when I was 8 – but that’s another story. Moving to another country means you are no longer a tourist and the things you were warned not to do as a tourist become somewhat obsolete. Sure, there are different warnings. But street food is something that is widely accepted among expatriate dwellers in countries around the world.
For me, that is a good thing. It means I get to eat food like this. Just a few months ago, a group of men began selling shawarma on the street corner near a local shopping center. I had heard about it several times, but had yet to visit until just a couple of weeks ago. We LOVED it. My first time eating shawarma and surely, not my last.