Alas, my school/work/social life schedule has finally caught up to me, and I have abandoned this blog temporarily. =( Rest assured, my love for food can never die out, and I have been eating and cooking well these past two weeks. I hope to get a real food post up by this weekend, but for now, here is some more eye candy, featuring food from Buenos Aires. Can you say meat? And lots of it?
I thought I had landed in heaven when I arrived in Buenos Aires. Warm weather, exchange rate of 3 pesos to 1 U.S. dollar (sure beat the Euro I had to survive on Fall Semester 07), and STEAK. I’m pretty sure I ate different forms of steak at least four times that week. Our undergraduate business school sends every Junior on a one week trip to one of three locations every spring break to study a company based in that foreign country. They usually feature a city each from Asia, Europe, and South America. Buenos Aires had been top of my choices for a long time. I reasoned to myself that I could go to Asia more easily because of my ethnic background, and I had already globe-trotted Europe during my semester abroad in Florence. The week was a whirlwind of eating, partying, not getting enough sleep, and the occasional academic lectures and school-hosted events we were required to attend. One of the best spent weeks of my Junior college career.
Couldn’t resist the meats…
I did try to incorporate other food items into my diet…
The more I look at these pictures the more I realize just how unhealthy and sinful the week was…haha.
I've been told that a certain smile breaks across my face whenever the subject of food is brought up, a smile that radiates the purest forms of delight and happiness. Food transcends beyond the smell and taste of what's presented in front of me; it's an experience to be enjoyed, indulged, shared with those I love. Working and living in NYC continually opens culinary doors, from hole-in-the-walls to upscale (even stuffy) dining. I never take any morsel of food for granted, and I'm often THAT girl at the table found licking her plate at the end of the meal.
