Zoe - Guest Blogger Eats Way Through Mendoza

Aiy aiy aiy! Where to start? We've been visiting Vince, Jan, and Amelia for a few days. It's amazing how much we've crammed into a very short time--we've been drenched by the only rainstorm in the last nine months, seen snowflakes in the Andes one-quarter the size of my hand (the Andes!!! Mi dios! Holy vaca! Que lindo!!!!), giggled with Mia for hours in the backseat of a long car ride (ok, Peter was in the front seat, but still...), tasted Pablo's Torrontes (do not pass go, do not collect $200, order mucho of this vino from the Vines immediately), visited the most beautiful vineyard ever and had a private tour from the owner's son who taught us about the tears of the wine (not its legs like we say in the US), and ate ourselves silly.

Have you ever recuperated from a carne coma? Jan and Vince threw us an asado the other night--con choripan, morcilla (that's blood sausage to the uninitiated), grilled queso (mmmm, the queso!!!) {Editor's Note: We call that Provaleta -- she is correct it is great}, lomo, bife, pollo, y mas, y mas, y mas. And then the postres. I think there were some veggies too, but who really cares about them {Editor's Note: there was a vegetarian citing at the Asado -- scary, we are going to have to fumigate}. We ate and ate and ate, then ate some more {Editor's Note: They ate just as much as she claims - it is the first time anyone has ever eaten four servings of provaleta}. As a result, we spent all day yesterday recuperating from the meat hangover {Editor's Note: Isn't that a vision you want in your mind -- meat hangover}. Perfecto!