Ramiro’s grandmother made two jars of Pickled Peppers and Eggplant over the holidays. They sat in the refrigerator enticing me when I returned to Buenos Aires yesterday. Of course I ate more than my fair share but they were too delicious to pass up. I especially appreciated the heavy dose of garlic. Now I need cake. Where’s my cake?
I ate every last bit and then watched as the sun set over the horizon.