Doctors here are paid. Please don't think that here they pay for the removal of an unwanted limb in chicken eggs and honey, but gift-giving by thankful and newly-healthy patients is common. When I got rid of my very annoying tonsils a few months ago with the help of a surgeon, an anesthesiologist, and my very wide-eyed fiance who as a med student himself insisted on watching. The very first thing I did once I was on my feet was deliver cases of wine to say thank you. I am so polite, I know.
The wonderful thing about Argentina though, is the farms. Farming in Argentina is a very noble and lucrative profession, and lots and lots of people here have their own farms (those who don't live in the city anyway). This means lots of great food related gifts, and with all that surplus yum at Dr & Mrs Juarez place, those gifts are handed down to us.
The first of such gifts was a beautiful, not quite cured, home-made salami. As a vegetarian for most of my life most things meat are slightly mystical to me, but this salami was breathtaking. If there is anything that is bound to bring a smile to a young girl's face after all, it is dried meat. It sat hanging in all it's glory from my kitchen cupboard waiting for me while it finished curing (once it lost its squishiness and turned a bit hard).
I would have cooked with it, I was thinking all week of a nice recipe to stick it in so that I could pass it on to my readers, honestly, but I am a selfish brute, if a polite one, and I gobbled the whole thing down the moment it was ready in a picado, a tray of little bits eaten before a meal- here. Normally a picado includes olives, cubes of cheese, and of course, being Argentina, cured meat, the perfect little nibble-tray for your next bbq!