You didn’t actually think you’d get through my Spain installments without a foodie post, did you? Of course you didn’t, you know me better than that. Plus, it would be totally inappropriate since we spend at least half of our waking hours partaking in meals… if you include the preparation before and the lingering over pleasant conversation and digestifs, as all Spaniards do.
I must give us credit, that as many delicious our meals out on the town, the best ones were made in our own kitchen, the high light of course being the paellas, which I am currently undergoing apprenticeship on how to create. Trust me, a paella pan is on our registry, and you can count on seeing pictures of my first solo attempt (no promises they will be pretty).
One thing I noticed about the dog-earred cookbook in la cocina was the simplicity of the recipes. I wish I had written down, or at least bothered memorizing, the recipe for the swordfish I made. I know it involved white wine, bread and lemon, and I think some cumin was involved. But I really can’t recall. I just know I liked it.
I think we were pleasantly surprised by the Moroccan cuisine. Mohammad promised us a tasty and reasonable meal, and Mohammad had explicitly explained within our first three minutes of meeting him that he is a very honest man… so really, should we have been surprised?
All this (and a bottle of wine and beet) for less than we spent on any other meal the entire trip.
Our evening of “tapa hunting” (Courtney has coined a term that will last forever) through Sevilla produced some wonderful finds:
For your sake, I made sure not to post this around dinner time (unless you’re on the West Coast… sorry Dad!) But I won’t blame you if you’re headed off to make yourself a second supper… I mean really, this is the time the Spaniards sit down to a meal. I just might be doing the same; just as soon as I book a few plane tickets…