It was a chilly late-autumn night when I was dressing up for the first meeting of "club de comelones", a group of strangers who have --at least---one thing in common: accessorizing life with good food.
An idea similar to what I had tried some time ago but instead of rotating foodies, I got stuck as the cook in charge of the event that after a while bored me because I wanted to eat other amateurs' food as well as mine and unlimited possibilities of memoirs.
The group had met in a dinner party a couple of weeks ago, an asado, and immediately saw that they all were long ready for it. At the end of the long lunch I felt like I knew them for longer than 4 hours--a nice surprise for a foreigner!
Invitation to the Inauguration came from our divine hosts Louisa and Fede, whose scrumptous wine soaked pears with spices at the asado gave a lot of confidence in the appopriateness of the night taking place at their house. We were told that Louisa, his partner from an island far far from the Southern cone, was famous for her spicy Indian food. As soon as we arrived to their cozy flat, from the tabouleh as an ice breaker and lentils/biryani rice and masala to devour, we, the comilones were in heaven.
The idea of writing about our meetings came to my mind recently, plus after the main course I was in state of ecstaticness--is this a word?---that I may not be the most qualified person to narrate the story so in short our night was beyond expectations.
Salud to Comelones!
PS: I would love to hear from my fellow foodies who remember other details that I might be missing!
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