I’ve been Spain-ed. Yeah, yeah, I still want to add cilantro, chili, and lime to every dish (bc Mexico..I will always be loyal to you too) but I’m Euro-spired! The near month in dreamy Spain filled with adventures, laughter, cuddles, and girlfriends was well worth all those crazy nomadic months earlier. and now. I just can’t escape the escaping it seems. Time to go with Home is Where the Heart is philosophy.
So Spain, so inspired culinar-ily, linguistically, photographically, fashion-tastically!
The different attitudes and combustible laughter with Spanish girlfriends was refreshing.
I have to integrate this inspiration stat!
I started by already making Salmorejo which was DELISH. (Of course I added extra garlic, sliced green onions and toasted almond slivers to the ham/egg garnish and a bit more vinegar).
Let me tell you I have NEVER been into cold soup. However each bite I have had of salmorejo is a flavor bomb that makes me swoon and moan.
Mine was almost as good as the ones I had in the market in Madrid and in the Jaen foothills amongst the olive trees. (True, it was made with some ingredients I brought home..so sure that helped.)
The baby boys were free to dance right out of their pants and full of “por favors” and “gracias” that on the daily melted the hearts of our cafe-con-leche makers right off their beautiful Spanish feet.
My heart broke when had to part with the boys in the airport and yes, having my purse stolen last night in Barcelona. However, getting picked up in Madrid and road tripping South to Tarifa was the only thing that could have turned my frown upside down.
The quick trip to the hospital just added to the flare.
Not to mention the subsequent driving this American did in Madrid. In a stick shift. (Can I say five lane round-a-bouts and honking trucks, yes!)
Warm ocean air and cold mojitos were soon to follow.
To round out the multicultural nights of Tarifa..we even had a sushi making party!
(with German and Spanish friends!)
Anyone have a favorite travel memory, photo, or dish?
Until next time Espana.
I’ve got no (ham)bone to pick.