Welcome to an Argentine feast

So far, what we have seen in terms of culinary delights here in Argentina is insanely interesting.

So far, our range of experience has not extended beyond Mate tea (the quintessential drink in South America) and Empanadas (pastries filled with various ingredients).

Now it is about to be expanded with a very special spectacle.

An Asado.

Through a good friend of Jonas, we had the honor of being part of an Asado. So, on that day, there was nothing else but a small breakfast. Jonas' advice, which we would have liked to have thrown overboard in the meantime.

If you want to get a feeling for our hunger in the evening, just skip every meal except breakfast, drink only water, and watch other people cook a delicious lunch.

When evening finally arrived, we set off.

Raul (Jonas' friend) arrived a little later and welcomed us warmly, with a German beer? Welcome.

Welcome to an Argentine feast!

A quick explanation of what an Asado actually is:

Asado actually just refers to the very slow grilling of meat, which usually takes several hours. So how does slow grilling work?

A fire is started on a metal grid. After a while, some embers logically fall through the bars, and that's exactly what you need. Namely, the embers are now placed on a second long metal grid using a small shovel. The huge pieces of meat are placed on top of it.

You can imagine that it takes a long time for the meat to cook properly, but it is worth it 100%.

If you are now thinking: That's the same as with us, just slower.

WRONG! So wrong!

The meat actually gets its own taste, which I personally cannot put into words.

With the meat, there was a small salad and, well, more meat, meat, and more meat. However, if you haven't eaten much all day, you can eat a lot of meat. In principle, 1 kilogram of meat is calculated for everyone...

But at a certain point, you can't eat any more meat and you start to miss bread or even more salad. :D

Full, happy all around (maybe also because of a lot of beer; just kidding... or maybe not?) and carrying leftovers of meat, we made our way back home.

I had the feeling that it took more time to get back than to get there.

Maybe it was because you felt like a living ball.