Much of it is simply “queso Colonia.” You have to point, or specify it by price.
Category: Food
La palta penúltima
Alas, our most generous gift of avocados had only one problem: they all ripened simultaneously. So, a few friends each got one, and our second-to-last went tonight into a wonderfully lemony guacamole…
… accompanied by thoroughly decadent Doritos.
¡Paltas!
Our two avocado trees are growing beautifully. Unfortunately, after six+ years they show no interest in producing fruit. A few months ago I chopped the tops off them to see if that would help.
Good news, though: we have generous friends 😉
Just the thing to accompany a Sunday omelet and homemade bread.
Hydroponic farm, Uruguay
This is one of ten NTF hydroponic greenhouses at the Verdeagua hydroponic farm outside Montevideo. Every day they harvest 1,500 heads of lettuce. Their entire output goes to Tienda Inglesa in Uruguay.
You can bet I will be boring you soon with my own foray into hydroponics. Well, my first since 1985 when I had a single hydroponic marijuana plant in my apartment in West Germany 😉
It’s truly an inspiring business that has been in operation for fifteen years.
Restaurant for lunch in Montevideo
Crazy-busy lunch place on three levels. Plaza Constitución. Source of shoe photo. Lunch specials are good, especially if you use a gringo credit card and get 18% (reciprocal of 22% IVA) knocked off the bill.
Creating restaurant ambiance: plants
Adding a house plant to your beach-side restaurant helps create a special ambiance.
You did spot it, right?
(Thanks, Mike!)
Oopa bread
The little pleasures
Don’t mean to get all Instagram-y. Wife said oh take a picture of casual desert with friends, and I like the artificial and natural reflection highlights. The simple things 😉
Chinese food in Uruguay! (just kidding)
I think some friends recommended this “Chinese“ restaurant in Carrasco. Well, the friendly purveyor appeared Chinese, and spoke Rioplatense Spanish so fluently that obviously she knew that real Chinese food would hold no appeal for the Uruguayan palate. Unfortunately, that expounded to no taste other than soy sauce, and food that seemed to be leftovers, especially believable considering we were the only diners.
Consider this a “must miss” when in Montevideo. Oh, did I mention ridiculously expensive?
I used to taunt expats in Uruguay: what‘s your favorite Thai restaurant in Montevideo? It was a Schrödinger‘s-cat kind of thing, except that the cat was metaphorically dead. In reality nonexistent. Ditto Chinese.
Ah, America
Ah, America:
the visual jingoism of
omnipresent flapping flags.
Shiny cars, beseeching churches;
smooth roads and ads for shiny
vehicles, tank-like or claustrophobic:
sometimes both.
My people: fun to help, make laugh,
cheer along. That I can do so easily,
waitress or Walmart Greeter.
Casually conversational, easygoing,
but so must I bear
the oppressive banality
of overheard conversations.
And not indulge intellect, perception,
nor reveal observation, awareness.
My son says they’re stupid:
given two days, I cannot disagree.
Triscuits, flavor rosemary
and olive oil; cheese a combo:
monterrey jack and cheddar.
Chardonnays not Southern Cone:
cheap good California Barefoot;
Onduraga from Oz. Not special,
just not Southern Cone.
In the hotel, we offer to leave
carry-on unfriendly corkscrew
for future guests. Two wine glasses and
real — not-plastic — knife appear
to carry upstairs
for our evening snack.
(from November 2014)