"A Bowl of Soup for Neruda"
AFAR, December 12, 2011
“In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh,” the poet Pablo Neruda wrote in Oda al Caldillo de Congrio. “And in Chilean stewpots, along the coast, was born the chowder, pregnant and succulent, a boon to man.” Neruda concludes his ode by saying that one who eats eel soup may know the taste of heaven.
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