San Telmo

The Saturday before Christmas, I ventured into San Telmo and found it blissfully empty. The old neighbourhood south of Plaza de Mayo is usually full of tourists, cooing that they want to live… Continue reading →

Pileta & Jacaranda

Thank you for la pileta, the pool on the roof of our building… Birds chirp and swoop overhead, insects potter about on the edge and sometimes make the fatal leap into the twinkling… Continue reading →

Alfajores & apricots

An alfajor in Argentina is a special biscuit with dulce de leche caramel sandwiched in the middle. I became quite porky gorging on these and other dulce de leche delights in 2003, my… Continue reading →

Peaches & cream

This couple of little herberts looking sheepish on the balcony were snapped the second day into our latest bout of storms. Note the greyish-blue stained sky behind them. Alongside the apricot lilies – now flickering… Continue reading →

Apricot lilies

These were a wonderful surprise for me this evening. Gobsmackingly beautiful, perfect even. Heavenly scent. To drink in these delicate creatures when car engines, fumes and brash buildings surround us is… life-affirming! I… Continue reading →

Argentine cooking with Norma

My family generously surprised me with an Argentine cookery class for my birthday and off I went on the bus last Saturday to a flat in Belgrano, a smart residential neighbourhood. I did… Continue reading →

30

I turned 30 this weekend, a milestone, and was spoilt to bits by JP, family and friends. I feel extremely lucky. The week had started off with a bright clear break in the recent stormy… Continue reading →

Dreams

One of the books I bought at the excellent second-hand English language bookstore in San Telmo – Walrus Books – keeps a daily eye on me from the pile of books next to the… Continue reading →

Croque Madame muffins

We have no telly in our flat so I miss out on Argentine cookery programmes, but I discovered Croydon-born Rachel Khoo by accident while ferreting around on Google for something. These muffins are… Continue reading →

Soldiers & horses

Looking straight out from our balcony in this corner of Palermo, you can see the tiered seating of the Campo Hípico Militar behind the mosque. Military Equestrian Field would be the translation I suppose,… Continue reading →