SOME MEAT INFORMATION
Vacío, which also means 'empty' is a flank steak and my current favourite.
Asado, no translation, is a kind of barbeque where the meat is cooked for a long time over smouldering coals to ensure it is cooked all the way through leaving it tender as a lover's caress on a Spring morning.
Lomo, or loin steak, is a popular choice, sometimes snuggled under a blanket of ham and cheese (sorry mum). Lomito is the same but thinner.
Morcilla is a squidgy blood sausage delicious when mashed onto crusty bread. It has the gutsy consistency of intestine and the rough charm of a peasant farmer slapping your ass as you mount his donkey.
Tira de Asado are short ribs (not a medical condition). Tenacity required when penetrating fat to the juiciness within. Just like everything.
WHAT WERE YOU SAYING?
My lovely friends Portia and Itay left Buenos Aires to pursue the elixir of eternal youth in the Patagonian mountains. Portia gave me an early birthday present of a new bag and a bottle of champagne - I had trouble deciding which one to drink and which one to put things in! I was extremely grateful for the new bag as the French Exchange style rucksack inherited from Jazmin had entered the final phase of zip dementia. It was painful to dispose of such a trusted and long-serving slave, but sometimes loved ones are better off 'put out to pasture' to save them bothering themselves and others (sorry mum).
I am hoping to move hostels and find an apartment soon, but leaving The End of The World (TM) is bizarrely difficult, like reading the works of Samuel Beckett in a public toilet.
Teaching English in businesses means sitting around chatting about football and politics while being overly pedantic. So nice when one's job is also one's hobby. A plastic cup of ludicrously strong & sweet coffee lubricates. One of my students is indescribably boring. I just fix my mind on what I'm going to earn out of the conversation, which reminds me of being at a cocktail party with media executives.
I went to a party in an exquisite house. The people were painfully overcool and the DJ operated in a different time zone. Balloons manipulated the wind in their bid to escape the confines of the roof garden.
I feel scattered but vaguely stationary. The weather is the black and pleasant hammer of moistness. When eating you need an entire toilet roll to absorb the sweat.
BOCA JUNIORS 2 2 UNIVERSIDAD CATOLICO
I have never been so high up at a football match. People pinioned themselves to the fences to see better. Boca were terribly shit in the first half. In the second half they scored and the stadium become a whirling maelstrom. Then the Chilean Catholics retaliated with two goals, and their 15 or so fans bounced around obnoxiously waving for some reason a French flag. I learnt some nice phrases like la concha de tu madre and hijo de puta. The man next to us was like a puta machine, bellowing it every 15 seconds and soaking half the stadium with a high powered jet of saliva.
CON PACIENCA Y SALIVA EL ELEFANTE SE COGE EL HORMIGA
With patience and saliva the elephant fucks the ant. This well known Argentine phrase says more than a little about national priorities, as well as conjuring up some hideous mental images.
