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In search of the best steak in the world


The journey of a less than average Israeli male in the wildreness of Argentina

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8/2005

Assafing an Asado


Assaf Peress was one of my first friends ever. Kinda like many other friendships during my stay on this planet, it didn´t last long. I have a great excuse - he moved! Assaf was kinda of a chubby kid with that look that u can´t figure out if it´s dumb or curious (in his case it was curious).  All in all he looked like a bear, in a way, that´s at least how I always categorised him during all these years. Don´t get me wrong...a bear look is kinda cool when u r in your early elementary school years.

 

Can´t really remember how we became friends. My Akhot Yoter and his brother, Ziv, were in the same class... and...hmmm... well..he liked basketball, even had a rim in his room (or was it his brother´s room...), and he spoke back to me in the little minutes I opened my mouth, so that´s pretty much what it took back then to make me like you. Well...that´s pretty much what it takes nowadays for me to like u as well, but that´s another post for another blog.

 

Hmmm... I don´t think I visited his house more than once. I´m pretty sure he didn´t visit mine more than once...but that one time went down straight and fast to the Legendary Tales of my family.

 

It was lunch time. I don´t think there was anyone else in the house, or in the kitchen to be more accurate, other than the amazing loveable Ozeret Sara and us two at the time, but I guess that only helped the happenings of that noon to get such magnitude.

 

hmmmm...Chicken was the main dish of that day. Me used to be Yeled Kakhosh Mashehu... who wasn´t a big fan of food (or any other kind of activity that took my attention away from the computer) and...well..even when I did bother to eat I was very very VERY selective of the things that I allow in my stomach. Chicken, for example, was a good example for a dish I used to eat only half of it. Any sight of things that wasn´t One Hundred percent chicken (all those black and brown stuff close to the bone) made me freak out and just use it as a good excuse not to eat it.My pal Assaf was...a little different.

 

Picture this. Two 7 yr old sit in front of a plate with a dead chicken waiting inside it to be eaten. Me squeeze out applauses for every bite of chicken that disappears down my throat...while Assifika is showing no mercy on the poor dead bird. After 3 minutes  we were both done with the food. Me leaving half of the chicken hanging around the bone...Assaf has just finished cleaning every sign of eatable object around the bone, causing me to stare at him in amazement and whisper inside "dude, stop it... u r fuckin´ me up...I didn´t finish half of it!" and the loveable Sara have a look that mixed "I didn´t know kids these days still eat like that" with "Yaron, THIS is how u should eat your chicken" and "damn, this kid doesn´t get enough food back home or what?"

 

. Ah yeh, the guest didn´t forget to give a great finale by SUCKING the bone dry. Yep. This story was told many times until it faded away in time, but I´m sure each member of the close family remembers what I´m talking about (Maybe other than the Akhot Yoter.. she has her own selected choice of family novels in her brains).

 

 Well...several nights ago... I Assafed my dish. I gotta give credits to my exologit, and her sister as well, for teaching me what is the right way to eat meat, but...only several nights ago I managed to reach the Assaf level.

 

It was no Chicken but Asado (ribs), but the bone sucking was spelled all over that cow. ahhhhhhhhhh.... such a good asado....imagine how Homer drools all over when he thinks of beer, and this is basically my reaction when remembering that dish...

 

I believe I even got some looks from near tables (well..it was pretty easy to spot it, as I invented that look back when Assaf was molesting the chicken in our kitchen), but...just like my old time friend... I didn´t realise I was doing something that might look weird to the surrounding area.

 

Next time, and last time, I saw Assaf after that time was during the 2 months service at the Qirya. He was still kinda chubby I think. Still had that look in his eyes. The type of look of a person who´s not aware that he got a key role in the Legendary Tales of a family he last met more than a decade ago.

נכתב על ידי , 29/8/2005 00:07  
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