Monday Meal Review: Uruguay

Bzzzz, bzzzz, bzzzz. If the noise meant honey was on the way, that’d be one thing. But that’s not the case this week.

Our annual Crow/Martin family vacation to Beaver’s Bend wouldn’t be complete without bees. And by bees, I mean hundreds upon hundreds of bees.

It’s really hard to tell in the video, but as soon as I set out our spread from Uruguay, we were as good as swarmed.

Let’s just say, we could have never gathered for this photo if food was anywhere nearby:


After ten minutes? The leftover Martin Fierro treats were covered with the yellow and black buzzers. One was swimming in the salsa. Another stung my husband and Grandma Martin, though the children, thankfully, were left unharmed.

Before the bees could claim any more victims, we retreated into our cabin.

I take the over-enthusiastic bees as a happy omen. You see, in Uruguay, the bees do a lot better than North American ones. They aren’t dying off in mysterious numbers. They live long and prosper.

Maybe the secret is the food…


Uruguayan Hot Dog | Pancho [Recipe]

What I loved most about this dish:

While I’m not one to stock the fridge with hot dogs, I do enjoy them at certain occasions – namely the State Fair and at camping trips. Combining our family vacation with Uruguay proved to be easy, thanks to the Pancho. Most everyone loved piling on the toppings, and it was fun to see corn on top of hot dogs.

What I loved least about this dish:

Everyone loved piling on the toppings, that is, except for Ava. She had a lot of trouble with the concept of corn and hot dog together, which was  a big surprise, considering she’s eaten far more exotic dishes than that. The answer? You tell me.

Martin Fierro [Recipe]

What I loved most about this dish:

Easy. Sweet and salty. As pretty as stained glass.  I thought I might be the only one eating this amazing snack, but almost all the adults went for it.

What I loved least about this dish:

Just be sure to keep them cool (refrigerate them until you serve them), or the paste can seep and stain the cheese red. And I’ll warn you, once one child decides not to try it, they all play copy cat.

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