I was standing outside a distribution market in Cali, Colombia when i was approached by a woman wheeling her little stand of produce snacks. She peeled what looked like a maracuja fruit and handed it to me. The chontaduro took a little getting used to. I expected sweet flesh. Instead, it was starchy and tasted nutty like butternut squash. Now my taste buds knew what to expect. She handed me another round, offering me a bag of salt for dipping. The salt kicked up the flavor. I went back for another round. This time she squirted honey on the wedge she sliced for me. I preferred the salt and declare this my new favorite bar food. I just needed a Poker or Club Colombia beer to quench my thirst.