The Submarino
Trip Start
Feb 14, 2012
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Trip End
Apr 01, 2012
Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires F.D., Argentina
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Apparently I cannot pronounce "submarino" because waiters constantly look at me confused and request that I point to the menu item. I swear that I say it exactly they same way.
“Quiero submarino por favor,” I say.
“Que?” they say. “Submarino,” I repeat.
“Que?” they repeat.
I point.
“Ah, submarino,” they understand.
“Si, submarino.” I say exactly like they say it.
“Ah no, submario – submarino – submarino,” they correct me.
“Submarino,” I repeat EXACTLY LIKE THEY DO.
But they give me the “oh la gringa” look. What is my tongue doing wrong?
I wanted to make something special for our gracious couch surfers – a group of five younguns with a post-college smoking hookah postcards from around the world decorated apartment. They are an international cohesive family and occasionally do yoga on the rooftop. Cinnamon oatmeal muffins came to mind, but we didn't want to buy eggs, flour, sugar, baking soda, and all the mixings. I came up with a billian plan that failed – find a muffin mix! These do not exist, but orange, lemon, vanilla, tiramisu, dulce de leche, and chocolate cake mixes exist in all of the four grocery stores we checked out Hoping they had some of the ingredients, I picked up oatmeal and tried to get powdered milk. Powdered milk is popular because it lasts longer and can be used in a variety of dishes. The problem is that there are many different kinds of powdered milk. The grocery store turned off the lights, indicating they were closing the store. Unsure of which container was powdered milk and which one was baby formula, we returned just with oatmeal. Such is life, oatmeal for breakfast. I later gathered ingredients and made a delicious cinnamon oatmeal banana bread loaf which was well appreciated and gone within a couple hours.
