Argentina is in the Southern Hemisphere…which means that it is winter here. We arrived to weather that, by Minnesota standards is not terribly cold-30’s at night and 50’s during the day, but there was something about transitioning from the 95 degree humidity, to this chill that crept deep into my bones. I just couldn’t warm up. Meanwhile, I had been devouring fresh salads with broccoli and kale from our garden, cold cheeses and home made sangria, and find myself in the midst of winter vegetables.
I found a wonderful produce shop in the Mercado Central-I have been there twice already. It is a tiny stall with piles of vegetables and fruits-while you stand amidst the spinach and beans, the men (young and old) who run the place select your goods. You pick a number and wait to be called-then there is a flurry as they brush past you to grab your goods. There is a giant squash-probably 1 1/2 feet across and they will chop off a big piece for you, the spinach is big and tough, there are beautiful hand shelled fresh beans called “porotos” that are white with purplish stripes, and I bough a bag full of fresh honey. All of these foods have gone to good use already-in fact we haven’t eaten out once yet. With my limited repertoire of ingredients-I am relying on lots of garlic and olive oil, I have created a few simple and delicious meals.
I have been spending the last few days trying to outfit the kitchen-a fun, and exhausting task for someone who has been building a well stocked and beautifully flowing kitchen for the last 15 years. I see this as an exercise in both efficiency and openness. What do I absolutely need, and what can I live without? So far, basic tools-wooden spoons, pots and pans, bulk ingredients and good containers for them are most important. They need not be fancy, in fact I am pretty simple that way, but there are basic things one needs to move smoothly in the kitchen.
There is so much more to say-about food, and everything else. What do I do with all the food waste???? Right now, it goes into the garbage-it is almost painful every time I toss something, but so far, there is no evidence of an alternative waste stream….this is on the list of things to explore. In the mean time, I will keep cooking.
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