There I was, lying on the floor, pretending to be a smoldering piece of charcoal. Above me, projected onto the ceiling, was a short film, shot through the grates of a grill. Looking up, I watched an abuelo teach his eager young granddaughter how to arrange the charcoals - aka me and the briquette-shaped pillows around me - to make the best grilling conditions. He was setting up the ideal arrangement to prepare the perfect carne asada or pollo asado, which ostensibly was about to be cooked by ...