A Thanksgiving Esado

By Ian Coughlan “What you just did, don’t do that.” I looked up, frozen, maté gourd in my left hand, straw in my right as Ruso’s gaze pierced through me. I had unknowingly committed a serious faux pas, altering his unique blend of maté serving, a time-endured gaucho tradition, as ingrained here as the landscape itself.

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