Sembrando Confianza: Organic eats with a social impact

sembrando confianza

I come from California, the birthplace of fancy—but unregulated and therefore technically meaningless—food buzzwords like local and natural.   That said, my first reaction at these kinds of terms is a little bit of an eye roll.  Moving to Bogotá, I wasn’t too concerned with finding an organic or local label. I find little buggies in my broccoli every week, which says to me that what I’m eating is probably more on the natural side.  However, if I can directly support small operators who really are doing their best to organically and sustainably farm, all the better!

This past week I learned about a really cool non-profit organization who is using a CSA-type program in order to make a big social impact here in Bogotá.  Sembrando Confianza, which translates to Seeds of Confidence, is a non-profit which seeks to help Bogotanos in two specific ways. Firstly, they provide education on healthier food habits and help neighborhoods in Bogotá install self-sustained, organic gardens. Secondly, they support already operating urban farmers by connecting them with a market.

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Adventures in eating

A few weeks ago we were ordering appetizers with some friends at Bruto, a lovely tapas restaurant, when they said they were a bit surprised at our choices—we voted for the morcilla and octopus, which a couple of years ago I would have completely brushed over in search of sliders.  It got me thinking how I’ve really changed at the dinner table since we’ve moved here: I would never have considered myself a picky eater in the past, but then I remember how often I’d refuse to try new things because I always wanted to go for the option I already knew I liked.

Eating out in Bogotá—or any country where you’re not a native speaker—is a bit like culinary Russian roulette.  I quickly got used to thinking I ordered one thing but having something completely different appear in front of me and I can’t count the number of  times I’ve eaten something with unknown ingredients because I didn’t understand what I was ordering (see my blurb below about mondongo…).  Sometimes I’ve eaten things I wasn’t so sure of because I didn’t want to offend a host.  Learning to just enjoy the moment and whatever comes is a lesson I’ve learned again and again since leaving my native country, but doing it in a food-y way has probably been the most fun.

Keep scrolling to see my most pleasant surprises.

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Andrés Carne de Res: A Bogotá institution

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After a year I feel like Cody and I have this “hosting visitors” thing down pat…based on who you are, how much time you have with us and what you like, we can pretty easily whittle down the list of tourist attractions into a nice itinerary of things you have to see while you’re with us.  However, there are a few places so synonymous with Bogotá and so crucial to experiencing the city that they make the cut no matter who you are.  Andrés Carne de Res is one of those places.

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When you can’t find it, make it!

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In yesterday’s post, I mentioned that you should think ahead and stock up on your ‘must haves’ before your big move. That’s great advice, but what’s a girl to do if you love fresh items like goat cheese, lemons, and french vanilla Coffeemate? I practically hold my breath each week as I walk into the grocery store, hoping that I’ll see mountains of yellow citrus!

I’ve already had to adjust my kitchen habits by learning to use dried beans and make hummus from scratch, so I had a feeling there was something I could do about the creamer…

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Cevichería Central

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Continuing with things we love about Bogotá, today’s post is about the best restaurant and is probably long overdue.

If you have talked to Cody and me since we’ve moved to Bogotá, Cevichería Central has probably come up in our conversation. If you’ve visited us, either we took you there to eat or—if you aren’t a big fan of fish—I spent a good 15 minutes convincing Cody that it wouldn’t be the best place for dinner. We go there so often that the hostess greets us with the customary kiss hello and the waiters all shake our hands. And I don’t mean to brag, but sometimes we get a free dessert.

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