One thing I learned this weekend is that there is a huge difference between real life chicken prices and chicken prices in my mind. Traysea and I went to the market so I could buy ingredients to cook chicken and dumplings for my host family. First of all, the chicken pieces were so big I assumed that one piece was two, so I asked for four pieces. I quickly realized I didn't need that much, and panicked, yelling I only needed two. The butcher gave me an odd look, but put two pieces back. Second of all, when it was time to pay, the butcher told me it was $8.50. I had brought $1.66, thinking that that should be more than enough to buy chicken for six people. "Its, HOW MUCH???" I asked, incredulously. I had to ask 3 or 4 times because I didn't believe my ears. Since the butcher had already wrapped the chicken for me, I just asked Traysea for money. When I told my real mom about the experience later she was confused about why I would think meat is less expensive than a candy bar. Today Anna and I made chicken and dumplings for my family, and it turns out we had way more chicken than I realized. There was so much chicken I couldn't even fit half of it in the pot. When the food was ready, we had more chicken than dumplings, which is unheard of in the south. I must admit that was partially my fault for eating half of the raw dough. When the food was ready, my host family thought it was a little bland so they put lime juice on it. Seemed like an odd way to season chicken and dumplings, but definitely made it more Peruvian. My host brother and host dad got seconds, and everyone claimed they enjoyed it. Also, that night a friend of mine asked how it was going "down south". I said good, and I'd enjoyed some chicken and dumplings. All that was missing was some pecan pie.