If you ever decide to come to Argentina, you need to try this. Provoleta. Grilled provolone cheese. For a european cheese lover like me, this could be one of my top TOP candidates. I would eat it all the time if it did not require the grilling part. Truth is it can be done in the oven, but who knows what that would taste like. I prefer to not do any experiments with this perfect creation. Grill it or do not eat it.
Beautiful day, here with Jaime's mother and grandmother. His abuela (grandmother) is quite well-known here in Argentina. She's a journalist and radio-profile who fought against the dictatorship in the 70's. She was also a member of the CONADEP, an organization trying to investigate the fate of the desparecidos (victims of forced disappearance). Very sad story of Argentina, but I do not know enough to be talking about it though. And Jaime's mother, the best hostess you could imagine. Always making you feel exactly as if you were at home.
Well, anyone who knows me also knows very well cooking is not my specialty. In any form. I think I like it sometimes, if you have company, but I have not completely made up my mind yet. However, this is my creation believe it or not. A Kladdkaka, very Swedish, and you cannot believe how "kladdig" it became, with crispy corners of course (those are the only thing I would eat if I had it to myself...). Speaking of sweets and candies btw, I miss it. Lindt chocolate is as close to MmmmMmmm Marabou I get here, but one package and you are broke. Half your savings on chocolate, even I have not gotten THAT desperate yet.
And also, we went to the movies the other day. Strong movie, about the "Getty family", and one of the richest men in the history. Recommended, although I cannot remember the name. Speaking of going to the movies, it does not happen that often, but it is a must to buy something to bring with you into the salon. Candies, chocolate, or some popcorn. I decided candy, and was jumping high of excitement when I realize I could buy "pick-and-chose". Pay by the kilogram, of course. I bought 100 grams, I mean like 7 (!!!!) candies and they charged me 35 kronor. COULD NOT BELIEVE IT. What a robbery, no? Back home I would pay 7kr for that, I mean I could have bought 5 times as much for the same price. I felt like a little kid who just got half her bag (and more) of candies stolen.
Platense, "Calamares". Jaime's team. You ask me what's my team? I'd probably say KU Seahawks. It is good enough. Here you are (I am not saying everyone but almost), born to love a team. I mean with all your heart, so much your girlfriend might even be a little jealous of a whole team of male football players. It is funny, and it was a great experience. A lot of cheering, singing, and of course, swearing. One day I'll show you guys the book I got from Jaimes's mum "che boloudo", a gringo's guide to understanding the argentinians. Hilarious.
"Platense sos y vos sos la alegría de mi corazón,
yo doy todo por esta pasión,
doy la vida por verte campeón,
y a mi no me interesa en que cancha jugués,
local o visitante yo te vengo a ver,
cada día yo te quiero más,
ni la muerte nos va a separar!"
Something like this...
"Platense you are the joy of my heart,
I give everything for this passion,
give my life to see you as champion,
and I do not care what field you play,
local or visitor I come to see you,
every day I love you more ,
not even death will separate us!"
It is a passion, I I admire that. It brings people together, and it might have a downside too, but mostly it's all on the bright side. Fascinating.
I got to borrow this shirt from Jaime's friend. He never wears the shirt to a game, it is mala suerte (bad luck). They are all about that stuff here. There was a few younger boys there, smaller cousins of Jaime's friend. One of the boys, he was like 12 years old, he decided to go down the stairs for a little to stand and watch. And GOOOOOOOOOOOOOL, they score. Platense GOOOOOOOOOOL. He came running up, everyone is hugging, clapping, kissing when they score. It's a big celebration. The boy came all the way up, celebrated, but then his uncle told him to go down there again. "Platense scored when you were down there, come on, go go go.". He started running down the stairs.