His wife Monica joined us, leaned over and smelled the pile of bones still in my pan and said, “Mmm. . . ”  I thought that was probably a Yuqui phrase for, “Man, those smell delicious!” She got her husband to smell, too. It sounded like a reenactment of Adam and Eve’s eating the forbidden fruit except that he was first to partake of the bones. He reached into the pan and pulled the “pope’s nose” off the end of the backbone, stuck it in his mouth and covered it with his toothless grin. I could tell he really enjoyed eating that little morsel. I thought we had chewed the meat off the bones sufficiently to render them unfit for further human consumption. Clearly, Tibaquite and Monica believed otherwise!