Para los venezolanos en épocas pasadas, comerse una parrilla en casa, no era lo habitual, pero de cierto modo si era común hacerlo en fechas puntuales: cumpleaños, bodas, bautizos. Pero en el caso de Argentina, la justificación de un asado, es simplemente juntarse para comer y disfrutar el rato, aunque en la actualidad no todos tienen el privilegio de hacerlo a lo grande, pero probablemente alguna pieza de carne lanzan a las brasas de vez en cuando.
Lo que he visto y escuchado desde que vivo en Argentina es que los domingos era el dÃa del asado. Me imagino porque es el único dÃa que tienen libre la mayorÃa de la gente y lograban reunirse familiares y amigos para disfrutarlo, y mucho más, si el clima ayudaba y no llovÃa o hacÃa mucho frÃo.
Pasó un par de meses desde que llegamos a Buenos Aires para comer un asado como tal. Ya habÃamos probado la carne en algunos platillos, además de las famosas milanesas de pollo con puré, pero algo le faltaba a la experiencia... compartirla con gente de acá, y justo por coincidencias de la vida, fuimos invitados por una pareja de argentinos, a compartir un asado en su casa.
Era la primera vez que mis hijos estaban pendientes del proceso, pues antes de partir de allá fuimos a una parrillada por el dÃa del trabajador, en donde ellos disfrutaban de la pileta, mientras los hombres se dedicaban a cocinar. Pero en este caso, era de noche y, aunque hacÃa algo de frÃo, se empeñaron en estar cerca de la parrilla.
Esta pareja no tenÃa hijos, por lo cual estaban fascinados con las preguntas y ocurrencias de los mÃos, sobre todo las del más pequeño que querÃa inclusive ayudar a cocinar. Ya luego que estuvo todo, nos sentamos a la mesa a compartir y conocernos un poco más, además de hablar sobre la realidad del paÃs al que habÃamos llegado.
Como se hizo tarde, ellos prefirieron darnos alojamiento para no tener que salir a llevarnos, asà que pudimos conversar por más tiempo, hasta que el cansancio nos llevó a dormir. Ya luego, unos meses más tarde, la relación con ellos se tornó algo turbia y decidimos alejarnos de ellos de manera permanente, pero nos quedó el recuerdo de ese dÃa de hospitalidad y buena comida.
For Venezuelans in times past, eating a grill at home was not common, but in a way it was common to do it on specific dates: birthdays, weddings, baptisms. But in the case of Argentina, the justification for a barbecue is simply to get together to eat and enjoy the time, although currently not everyone has the privilege of doing it in a big way, but probably some piece of meat is thrown on the embers from time to time.
What I have seen and heard since I have lived in Argentina is that Sundays were barbecue day. I imagine because it is the only day that most people have free and they managed to gather family and friends to enjoy it, and much more, if the weather helped and it was not raining or very cold.
A couple of months passed since we arrived in Buenos Aires to eat a barbecue as such. We had already tried the meat in some dishes, in addition to the famous chicken milanesas with mashed potatoes, but something was missing from the experience... share it with people from here, and just by coincidences in life, we were invited by a couple of Argentines, to share a barbecue at home.
It was the first time that my children were aware of the process, because before leaving there we went to a barbecue for Worker's Day, where they enjoyed the pool, while the men dedicated themselves to cooking. But in this case, it was night and, although it was a little cold, they insisted on being close to the grill.
This couple did not have children, so they were fascinated by the questions and ideas of mine, especially those of the youngest who even wanted to help cook. After everything was there, we sat down at the table to share and get to know each other a little more, in addition to talking about the reality of the country we had arrived in.
As it got late, they preferred to give us accommodation so they wouldn't have to go out to take us, so we could talk for longer, until fatigue led us to sleep. Then, a few months later, the relationship with them became somewhat murky and we decided to stay away from them permanently, but we were left with the memory of that day of hospitality and good food.
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