During long bus rides around the country, I could never resist the women who would sell this from the basket on their heads, sometimes along with a cocido. Crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside, I’d always grab a few extra for whomever I was headed to meet.
2. Drinking terere
On the sweatiest of days, sitting in the shade of a mango tree in a terere circle, I loved cracking the bag of ice on a fence post, mashing up some lemongrass and letting the afternoon go by over a jarra with some of my favorite Paraguayans.