Last week I talked a little bit about having a rendez-vous in a café with two Argentine girlfriends of mine and seeing them taste North American style fare for the first time. A week later, we were back at it again only this time in the house of one of them tasting a jar of Nutella that I had brought from Canada. All I can say is that one taste of Nutella, the girls lived as if they have never lived before.
Meandering through January
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It was a quiet January, Casa SaltShaker-wise. As previously mentioned,
Henry’s away in Peru for his annual family visit, plus I spent a week in
São Paulo, ...
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