2023-09-13 02:00:00
I close my eyes: the reminiscences of a not too distant past transport me to my old Villa San Cayetano, with only one paved street, the others with little gravel and a lot of dirt, which we used as a little field; an army of street vendors who, at the time of the sacred siesta, loudly sold a little bit of everything… achilata, picolé stick, frozen bonbon, frozen toy, manzanita, colita i’ chancho, cotton candy, cubanitos with dulce de milk, buns and tortillas for the mate… Today their sales children, at the same times, but in a modern and sophisticated way, with loudspeakers or horns, in the already paved streets they massacre your ears with pre-recorded recordings that act as a humble lament. , which say: “Attention guys and housewife, take out your plates because the masitero is coming to your neighborhood; We have eight varieties of the most delicious doughs; the traditional pastaflora with quince paste, the exquisite handkerchiefs with rich pastry cream, the cannons filled with tasty dulce de leche, the inevitable cornstarch and chocolate alfajores, the crunchy palmeritas, the tasty puff pastry millefeuille and the longest ones, the tastiest, most poisonous and delicious mother-in-law tongues; all delicious, fresh and cheap masses; We also carry the largest rosquetes and delicious balls i’ fraile. Please, our saleswomen are ready to serve you…” Great is the surprise when we go out and often see that the salesman is alone and pushing a cart or a horse-drawn cart, with his propaganda at full volume, the merchandise well protected and hygienic and although the noise bothers us and interrupts our Tucumán nap, that person is a human being who sacrifices himself to work honestly and is providing us with a tasty and efficient service; Let’s buy something for them and pray that God always protects them.
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