What We Really Eat For A Week In Argentina Posted on 22 May 03:27 , 0 comments

Buenos Aires Food Journal

Three Days of What’s On Our Table & In Our Stomachs

By Sharon Salt

 Sometimes, people are curious about what Argentines actually eat. I never know how to answer. I suppose there are only two courses of action, anyway: a) gross generalizations, and b) speaking for myself and myself only. 

You can find the generalizations everywhere online — asado all day every day! child-like aversions to all things green! — but a glimpse into a real person’s eating habits are harder to come by. So, for the nosy, here is a three-day food journal.

For the record, I am a writer from the States. My partner is a student from Argentina. We do not have a lot of money, and we also don’t cook so well. If you think the following pictures are going to be legit food porn, you have been warned: the following pictures are not legit food porn.

Probably the most representative take-away from this collection of pictures is the scarcity of vegetables — not because nobody in the history of Argentina has ever sliced and diced a nice zucchini, as you might have been led to believe, but because yes, this one particular Argentine, my partner, has willingly eaten salad but a few times, and only ever to humor me. 

These pictures began as a photography project, because we figured that by combining two hobbies — one of which we enjoy (photography) and one of which we find daunting (cooking) — we would be inspired to make more of our own food. It worked! I choose what I felt where the three most representative days of our eating habits.

Without further ado, for your consideration:



 I made biscotti. We hardly ever have breakfast-with-a-capital-B, but we always have coffee.

Which means we get hungry. So we make more coffee and sometimes I try to eat something like an adult. Here I put Finlandia — this typical Argentine cheese spread — on some bread and added prunes and walnuts and honey.

Then, for dinner, of course pasta! We really went out all for this one. I think there may even be vegetables in there, hidden under the copious amounts of cheese.



Buttered bread and coffee. That we even sit down for some semblance of breakfast is not very Argentine of us.

 This is what my partner and I call a Poor Man’s Picada. You can order picadas at a lot of bars and restaurants with pretty pickled things and nice cold cuts, but here we have: poorly cut cheese, Saladix crackers, palitos, and crispy-covered peanuts, all of which are kiosco staples. And of course beer. In the afternoon. It was a Friday.

Hey guess what everybody? More pasta for dinner.



A slightly fancier breakfast, which really just means that I took the time to buy a budin and some orange juice, and we ate what was left of our grapes.

Another improvised meal — lentils, red peppers and cheesy little tacos, I guess?  Sometimes the way I cook makes me still feel like a college student.

And we then we treated ourselves to take-out sushi for dinner because we were going out and didn’t have time to busy ourselves with such nonsense. Please note that at least twelve of the pieces here feature cream cheese. Argentina, you’re killing me! And the worst part seems to be I’ve developed a taste for it — ugh.

What about you guys?  Are you asado all day every day?  If so, let us know how your digestive system manages to run on meat alone, please and thank you.