This is a great reminder of my everyday encounter in China reading painfully-hilarious Chinglish translations. I stumbled upon this a few nights ago at a Chinese owned Japanese restaurant, on Santa Fe. I can’t help wondering if this translation was a mistake, or the chinese porteños are withholding their Chinglish traditions here in BA. In any case, I would love to try dishes that are made from a chicken chef 🙂
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This is by far the most impressive cultural dish in Buenos Aires- Grilled Cheese, also called Provoleta Cheese. As an appetizer, it is baked plain or dressed with different herby variations. This dish is customarily eaten before a barbeque.
Easy to prepare and dangerously easier to stuff the whole thing into one’s mouth; these glorious cylinder shaped, semi-hard cheeses are around 2 cm, and comes in packets of two-all ranging from 20~30 pesos ($5~8).
Stick one portion of the cheese into an oven proof pan, or a custom-made Provoleta cheese iron skillet and throw it into a heated oven. Wait with anticipation for 20 minutes, or until cheese has melted-bubbly and slightly browned. Serve warm because once it gets cold, the cheese gets harder and chewier.
*I also love to smother the melted chewy goodness onto a toasted piece of bread. 🙂
Summer has arrived, cold drinks are a must, but ice in wines? Really?
When I first saw the locals putting a cube or two in their red and white wine, my first thought was, HMM, what would the French and the wine snobs say about this? Then of course, I was curious. So I decided to drop an ice cube in my wine, swirl it around and have a sip. Mmmm. I secretly love it. The taste was light, cool with a prolonged buzz, perfect for a hot hot weather.
Summer has finally arrived in Buenos Aires. Ironically for me, living my whole life in the Northern hemisphere, the idea of celebrating Christmas under the blazing hot sun is a bit strange. I shouldn’t be complaining though, when right now, my friends & family on the other side are going through dropping temperatures.
Summertime, the season where nature manifests itself clearly, are seen all around us -just like my current herb garden. I’m so proud of it. 🙂 Fruits are everywhere: peaches, apricots, plums, and to my delight my favorite, figs. Figs are extremely expensive in North America, and seeing that I can get 2 for 5 pesos ($1.25), I can’t hide my greediness of wanting the whole box.
School has also ended in BA for 6 weeks; the city seems to be quieter, the pace of life drawn out longer, people traveling, resting, as everyone prepares for the upcoming long festive holidays. In these coming weeks, I as well will be disappearing for a bit, so A Lost Asian in Buenos Aires will be posting less frequently- though the contents are still awesome. Stay tuned 🙂
The loading zone of Coto Supermarket is right infront of our apartment, busy during daytime, trucks in and out, produce loading and unloading-nothing out of the ordinary-until that one day. I walked home and caught sight of this truck backing out from the driveway with a truckload full of left-over chunks of meat, and on top of this meaty hill was a guy sitting there, making sure the meat stays right where it belongs, in the truck, away from barking dogs. Generously, as the truck drove away, the guy threw a big chunk of meat to the dog. The dog was happy. I wasn’t that pleased..where was my roast for dinner?
Kiosko, scattered throughout every block, the concept similar to what we call convenient stands back home. One of the popular chain stand is called, Open 25 hours. I had to laugh.
Do the people of BA know, there are only 24 hours in a day? Or does the confusion of an afternoon siesta, late dinner, and drawn out nightlife make this country believe their day has increased by an hour? And also, Open 25 Hours does not open 24 hours a day?!! Cmon, look at our 7-Elevens in North America, run by mostly Indians, open 7 days a week, 24 hours a day (Husband note: And always have Slurpees!). Now, that is what I call: dedication.
As I’m devouring this last piece of leftover pumpkin pie, I am thinking, “I’m so grateful, grateful to one of the best Thanksgiving spreads ever.” I love how foodies and cooks can give such passion to a meal.
- Turkey with Gravy inspired by Wolfgang Pack accompany with homemade Mango Chutney and Trader Joe’s Organic Cranberry Sauce
- Creamy Mash Potatoes
- Green Beans with Bacon
- Southern Style Corn Bread with Cinnamon & Honey Butter
- Caramelized Butternut with Sage Hazelnut Pesto inspired by Food52
- Butter Carrots with Bacon and Pecans inspired by Cooks Illustrated
- Chocolate To-Die-For Cheesecake
- The Best Pumpkin Pie
- Pecan Pie Truffles inspired from New York Times
- Skillet Apple Crisp
The Result? Too painfully full as I’m reaching for my third helping.
Happy Thanksgiving 🙂
Yesterday was a National Censos holiday, and during then it was announced the passing away of the country’s ex-president, Nestor Kirchner. Some people celebrated at this news, as he was known to be a harsh authoritarian, known for his policies against foreign investors. That is why everything except for wine and beef are expensive! There are many criticisms on the ‘Kirchner’ rule: nationalizing, corruption, galloping inflation, high taxation. Though in my opinion, no matter how much backtalk there are; it was him that managed to push this country forward after the 2001 economy crisis; it was him that stimulated the economy to favor welfare, increasing job opportunities and encouraging public projects. I am hoping our National Censos Holiday will extend for another three days. Look at Brazil and Venezuela, they declared a three-day mourning. The least this country can do is to announce more holidays..in memory of her husband. 🙂
Buenos Aires has an abundance of underutilized natural resources, but unfortunately the only commodity the people here are skillful at are, drum roll please, strikes, rallies and complaints. It seems all contributed by this country’s political injustice. Well, after a few months, this culture of inefficiency and slow-pace life has seeped into me, as I’m growing numb towards it. I’m getting lazier, shrugging when I can’t get my groceries because Chinatown went on a strike, rolling my eyes because my other half has a few more holidays for some reason; when the bank announces that they are protesting tomorrow, the teachers demanding low pay….This all has turned into white noise. Even though it may not effect my daily lifestyle tremendously, I am beginning to get annoyed recently at the inflation of food whenever I go grocery shopping. Soon, very soon, it’ll be me out on the street carrying a sign…..protesting: 8 pesos ($2) for 1 banana and 2 peppers?! I miss Asia 🙂
Last week’s strike: http://www.buenosairesherald.com/BreakingNews/View/30552