Buenos Aires – That seems to be the question on several of my friends’ lips, as I don’t seem to be eating steak four meals a day. There is a myth that beef for breakfast, lunch, second lunch, and dinner is how the porteños eat. And, as a tourist, I have no doubt that has… Read More Where’s the Beef?
Buenos Aires – The aforementioned drizzle kept myself and my guests in for most of the weekend. For the most part it was two days of television, reading, and me playing in the kitchen. We did venture out briefly on Saturday. Here’s a picture of Henry whom I’ve mentioned in several posts. The young lady… Read More Weekend Stews
Buenos Aires – The off and on drizzle continues here, my houseguests have been asleep for nearly 12 hours, and I’ve decided that reviewing needs reviewing. Maybe it was seeing The Simpsons episode this week where Homer becomes a food critic (great fun by the way). More likely because Anu Garg sent me his weekly… Read More The Critic
Buenos Aires – It’s a rainy day here and I’m catching up on some reading and some thoughts that have been simmering in the back of my mind… The New York Times Magazine recently had a piece (well okay, it was back on May 1st, but I just read it) on the issue of Picky… Read More Picky Eaters
Buenos Aires – As promised yesterday, I’m playing with my second tuber today. The oca is one of the “lost crops of the Incas” as some authorities have tagged it, along with the olluco and olluquito that I talked about already. Both are important staple foods of Andean cuisines, and are grown along with a… Read More Su Tuber es Mi Tuber
Buenos Aires – I miss good sushi, bagels, and marjoram. I don’t know why there’s no marjoram in Buenos Aires, it’s available in Uruguay across the river. It’s grown in Mendoza on the opposite side of the country. It’s my favorite herb. This shall be my new quest. I don’t miss this year’s New York… Read More Random +&-
Buenos Aires – As suspected, given that Henry is from Peru, he knew immediately what the two different potatoes I picked up yesterday were. One turned out to not even be a potato! The first is known throughout most of the Andean area as the olluquito (in some areas, Bolivia for example, it is known… Read More Playing with My Potatoes
Buenos Aires – Quite literally, there is a divide between neighborhoods on opposite sides of the tracks. I set out originally planning to check out two places for empanadas from the Tucumán area in the northwest. I’ve been following the guidance in selecting places of both recommendations of friends and the writings of Dereck Foster,… Read More Different Sides of the Tracks