Asado

Many years ago, a vegetarian in my writing class told us about a dream he had after going to a barbecue and eating a hamburger for the first time in like 20 years. He was standing on a wide open plain and in the distance he saw a puff of smoke. It kept getting bigger and bigger and finally he saw what it was: a herd of cattle, and they were coming after him! He ran up a tree (kinda like a giant broccoli stalk, no?) as they stampeded beneath him. Somehow I feel like I’m going to have a dream like that tonight. I’m not a vegetarian, but I’m not a big meat eater. Normally. But you can’t have an Argentine asado without eating a lotta meat. And plenty of other food, all afternoon.

Here’s what we had:

Chips, peanuts, green olives, and thin-sliced morcilla (blood sausage) on little slices of bread

 

Argentine white wine that Maddy brought, plus Adriana had her sweet white wine and Fernando some red wine

 

Choripán – chorizo sausage between bread (pan), like a hot dog

Grilled ribs and steaks, grilled chicken wings

– all with fresh chimichurri sauce on it
Salad

 

Flan, dulce de leche, pañuelos de hojaldre (little flaky pastries), Haagen Daz dulce de leche ice cream, rum raisin Haagen Daz, some other ice cream, tea

I’m probably forgetting something. Eating all that food and conversing in Spanish for four hours have done me in. So I’ll finish this out with photos.

Here’s Fernando and the parrilla (grill) he built over the summer:

Maddy and Adriana:

Sandra enjoying a choripán:

Poor Sasha can smell the mouthwatering asado:

The whole parrilla:

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