Iguana, Guinea Pigs, & a Surprise Free Period

It's Thursday afternoon and the pre-algebra teacher has just told me that the pre-algebra group (whom I teach basic skills on Thursday afternoon) already had math today because of a PE scheduling change due to the national soccer tournament.
The student I tutor in math has just shown up because she doesn't go to PE. Usually in the afternoon the lady who cleans my room is here while I tutor. We all chat a bit and the topic of eating algarrobos (iguanas) has come up. The discussion between the cleaning lady and myself began last year when I started a garden with the 6th grade and a major infestation of algarrobos ate everything we planted except citrus trees.The cleaning lady offered to cook any algarrobos I was able to catch. I didn't catch any. This year we joked about eating algarrobos as she cleaned my room and the student I tutor joined in saying her grandfather fixed good algarrobo. Today she brought me a sample. It was a bit of a cross between rabbit and fish with a little gator flavor thrown in. Her grandfather prepared it with a slightly sweet brown sauce with coconut flavoring - not unlike an Indian Korma. There were 3 algarrobo eggs on the plate. They were hard and not much flavor. My student just told me I shouldn't have eaten the whole egg. Oh well, if there are no blogs after today, you will know the reaon - a fatal overdose of iguana eggs.
This now ranks up there with the time I had guinea pig at a wedding in Ecuador. While living there I became friends with the fantastic primitve artist Julio Toaquiza Tigasi. When he would come to Quito, he would stay with me. One time he showed up with his whole family and invited me to the wedding of his son, Alfredo. I took the multi-bus journey to his house en Tigua. The party was fantastic. There was a band and dancing with special steps that the gringo never got exactly right which caused everyone to laugh and insist on drinking a shot of aguardiente with me. This made getting the dance right even harder. I could see and smell a roast lamb on a spit and as dinner time approached I was very much looking forward to a nice piece of lamb with some roast potatoes. Instead as a quest of honor I was presented with a roasted cuy (guinea pig) on a stick. It was certainly the tastiest guinea pig I ever ate.