At home a Sunday is defined first by what’s being grilled, and second by what wine is being served. When we are all back in South America visiting friends and family, a Sunday afternoon can easily reach 25 people with first cousins, spouses and children alone. The afternoon begins with kids running amok outside, while a group of adults play cards or Buracco (a Latin American version of rummy cube) in front of the parrilla, keeping the Asador company. Another gaggle gathers like a conclave on the patio, having a drink, gossiping. Slowly the crowd begins to get hungry. A few bites of meat are passed to the crowd as teasers. Eventually everyone gathers at a long table, and the show begins. Wave after wave of delicious meats and salads arrive. The wine flows and the conversation rolls on with the sounds of deep belly laughter and a joyous roar from the table. Hearty applause is given to the Asador, and slowly the evening winds down.