Saturday Afternoon Asado in Constitución

I adore Argentinian asado. It includes all the elements which define the good life, except sex. Food, wines, friends, music - and time. But then I read in the paper last weekend that a survey showed that for the average Argentinian asado is more important than sex!

Come by noon! Meat and sausages sizzles on the terrace grill. The sun is high. We have some salad and wine. Late-night or early-morning guests are still asleep inside. Nothing can feed a hungover soul like a 12-hour asado.

Soon meat filled with herbs (the neighbours..?), bacon and olives is left to rest a few minutes. Lunch..










Chorizo, mustard, salad, bread, olives - and wine.
We forgot the salsa! But then French mustard is a nice substitute.






The meat is ready, time to consentrate.











After-lunch relax.











As time runs away like wild horses over the hill, afternoon falls on Constitución.










Colours turn yellow, traffic temporarily slowing down, sighing in expectation of Saturday night.






Second round. More coal, more sausages, more meat, more people. Night has fallen.






Matambre sizzeling, pibes watching the coal.







Just fire..







Watching whom?







Happy host.











Guests of honour; leaving for Europe in two weeks..







Music equipment alternating Nick Cave, Devendra Banhart, Massive Attack...we float into the night..






The everpresent Parisiennes sigarettes...







...and a touch of Argentinian 50s and 60s porn star Coca Sarli, double vision..