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Take out shop in Cordoba |
Empanadas, you mean those greasy, grotesquely bright orange fried dumplings, sitting stale on some countertop and looking desolately unhealthy and unappetizing? Yes, I had seen them although I might have instinctively and rightly avoided them. When an empanada joint came into existence in the neighborhood, I watched it in disbelief, and when it went out of existence, I nodded in relief.
That was the pre-Argentina days.