As a boy we wait for him next to the grill, seeing how the elders do it. Eager to learn, that the day will come when they entrust you to do the roast. As an adult the time comes, you take charge of the grill and you are responsible for contributing that old Argentinian custom. As an older adult, you're waiting for him at the table, maybe a little tired of that routine so but so repetitive. Even so, Sunday's asado in Mendoza is not negotiated.
When the type family is united: father, mother and two minor children. When the type family is a bit renga because their children have migrated and the empty nest syndrome starts to emerge. When a family that is not the model, or everyone imagines as little, is sitting at the table. When a friend or friend of your children goes to the table because he stayed to sleep the night before. When you have to eat fast because the game starts at 14. When you're not very hungry because the bite was deadly. Any of these situations can occur, but the roast, on Sunday, will always be on the table.