Buenos Aires - These give me the willies, creep me out, make my spine shiver. I have no doubt that it’s either a case of some odd local tree (ubquitious along Av. Libertador) that happens to have red sap, or it’s some kind of lubricant used on the power saws to make chopping them down [...]
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"I have a few other dislikes, but not many. I don’t want salt sprinkled on my desserts, even high-minded pink sea salt from some Hawaiian coast. I don’t enjoy marshmallows snipped off tableside; it’s way too French. Of course, marshmallows roasted over a campfire are exquisite, the only dessert that should be served searing hot. (That’s the second great lesson I learned in the Cub Scouts.) I particularly dislike the custom of plopping cold ice cream in the center of hot soufflés, a perverse practice that ruins two desserts at once. I never cared much for Chuckles as a kid, and I don’t go for gelées now. That’s never going to change." - Alan Richman, GQ
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