Well, scratch breakfast off that list, for the poor souls down here simply have not yet discovered the joy that comes via a plate of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. Too put it more frankly, breakfast sucks here. It's nonexistent. During one of our first orientation meetings down here, they broke the tragic news to me to not expect to ever see bacon or eggs on my plate for breakfast. Knowing this in advance, I went into my first breakfast experience prepared, or so I thought. Then I rounded the kitchen corner, sat at the table and muttered something completely incoherent in Spanish to my homestay mom, and was was utterly dissappointed to find that a bucket of crackers would have to suffice my churning stomach until 1:00 in the afternoon, when the population of this country STARTS to think about lunch. Weak sauce.
But that's besides the point. What I meant to say is that beef is god down in Argentina, and I have been a "worshiper," so to speak, ever since I stepped foot off the airplane from the U.S. I can't do it justice in electronic print...EVERYDAY!!! But you won't hear my carnivorous self complaining...I feel like a young child being served cake every day for every meal (menos breakfast lest we forget). But the thing about it is, the beef (carne, so they like to say), is never marinated, spiced, or nothing. Bland. Again, I'm not complaining.
Another cool thing that pertains to food (sorry if I'm boring you but if you haven't already noticed, I'm a pretty big fan of food) is that every Tuesday night, we have a short gathering called "Convocation" in which we talk or listen to a speaker, and then afterwards we go out to dinner on a group, to various restaurants every week, and the best thing about it, IT'S ALL ON PEPPERDINE'S TAB (which roughly equates to Dad's tab, essentially)!!! Call it "abusing the system," but last Tuesday we went to a relatively expensive restaurant called "Kansas" that serves American food, and our table (along with all the other Pepperdiners, 60 in total), ordered whatever our little hearts so desired. IT WAS AWESOME!!!! I had a chicken caesar salad, a huge rack of ribs with a baked potato, and one of every appetizer. In addition, on Thursday's we always have an "asado," which means a BBQ in our native land, in the backyard of our school's casa. Once again, all you can eat, on Pepperdine's bill. I love it.
Needless to say, food is a big part of my life, and I've been doing just fine down here in B.A. Mom, you'll be proud to know I've been trying tomatoes because these people are obsessed with them. They still give me chills, but I'm trying.
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