el gauchito.

We knew we were on to something when we got off the subway in Corona, Queens, and the telephone posts were painted blue-white-blue like the Argentinean (and Uruguayan) flag. But we didn’t know how amazing that something was until we walked into El Gauchito and found…alfajores — and not just any alfajores, but our favorite brand, Cachafaz! — and bottles of bitter Terma, and homemade matambre … Continue reading el gauchito.

torta de merengue.

We can see it now: Clara’s abuela, standing in her cool stone and ceramic kitchen in Córdoba, worn white apron tied around her waist, slowly, ever so slowly, patiently, ever so patiently, pouring a steady, remarkably steady, thin stream of sparkling white sugar into a bowlful of mountainous egg whites. She makes it seem effortless, and in some ways it is, having done it so … Continue reading torta de merengue.