I believe I mentioned that I was taking a trip to Argentina. The trip was awesome—Buenos Aires was intense and magical, Iguaçu Falls was marvelous, and the beef was good enough to coax me from part-time to full-time carnivore (more on that later).
Whenever I travel I always marvel at how, across cultures, humanity has found culinary common ground in the form of the dumpling–be it pierogis in Eastern Europe, potstickers in China, Hot Pockets in America, and, as I discovered, the empanada in Argentina.
Far be it from me to deny the pleasures of any fried dough, but the empanadas I had there were like scrumptious little hamburgers. My friend and I especially like how easy they were to order to those who speak minimal Spanish (“Uno, con carne por favor!”).
So last night I attempted to whip up some empanadas of my own. Read the rest of this entry »