Emersion Commencement Continues

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Okay. So, it’s 8:10 and I am finally on the way to my first Asado. The water hoses/shaved ice and now 79 fans are coming at us hard. Luckily, I had the sanctity of Nelda’s father’s car and the promise of a warm home and food on the table waiting for me in the very near future. We pulled up and Danica aka Seniorita Martha Stewart was waiting at the front door. I walked from the car in the cold and rainy night and wafted into the most divine smells of carne de vodka, pollo, chorizo sausage, onions, peppers, and warm bread. Her home much like the delicious smells coming from it was warm and welcoming. Rodrigo Senor Martha Stewart was standing in what could best be described as a sun room with the most amazing open fire chimeneyesque grill that covered an entire wall.

We hung our coats up and I immediately had to back track to investigate the entire home, from the foyer into the sitting room that had hundreds of pictures covering the walls down to the calendar with the numbers positioned upside down for a funny way to make fun of time I was happy to hear we had a little longer before the food would be ready because a quick walkthrough could never have done this home justice and I use the word home here very consciously because Danica made a point in saying it was not a house but a home and I was to feel welcome. 

Amen sister welcome and warm I felt. 

So, I began perusing through her home. It had a lived-in feel which I quite like, the picture frames were all made from natural wood. The color scheme was rustic reds, yellows, and greens. Norah Jones was playing in the background and the linens on the dining room table were anticipating the meal to come as was I

Before sitting down to eat we took pictures of the food and the ladies grouped around the table a way to mark the occasion for la gringa

After my first bite of slivered salmon drizzled with olive oil, sprinkled with parmeson cheese and topped with capers I knew my life of pan and marmalda was over I was completely ruined. I moved on quickly to the grilled vegetables of red, green and yellow peppers, corn, carrots and baby onions. The beautiful sensations of taking those first few bites never subsided throughout the entire meal. 

The meat was all on one platter directly in front of me God’s will. I took a choice piece of each and then I took and devoured more. It was beautiful. The conversation was in complete Spanish which I surprisingly and impressively was able to keep up with and when I got lost it wasn’t a big deal because I needed to devote as much of myself as possible to that delectable meal. We finished up with a raspberry meringue and a glass of port.  

It was beautiful down to the last button popping bite

Señor Martha Stewart is a vegetarian by the way but loves cooking and hosting dinners excused himself shortly after dinner but not before pouring us each a glass of wine and putting Michael Buble in the disc changer. We girls relocated ourselves into the sitting room where we talked about school, relationships, Chile, America life I stayed until 2 am and that wasn’t nearly long enough

One of the most perfect night’s of my life Gracias Chile for your people and asado

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