Littoral Literal Marrow

Calamari rings. Tempura shrimp. Shoestring potatoes. SEVEN kinds of croquetas. This is for one person. #Basque snack. (Taken with instagram)

Ink-stained table. Squid-bits. Eyes and wet-cotton guts. The worst. (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Kitchen thingz. (Taken with instagram)

An empty beach, Mom, Dad, a friend, and five black Labs.  Heaven. (I love that Mom sends me pictures on a nearly daily basis.)

The 7 courses for dinner at the “super casual” city-hall wedding. Things are different here, folks. (Taken with instagram)

At Iñaki’s cousin’s wedding in Pamplona. (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Sunset. (Taken with instagram)

Sunset while waiting for dinner at Narru for @ssrestweek (Taken with instagram)

Behold the holy trinity of Basque dessert: membrillo (quince paste), fresh walnuts, Idiazabal cheese.  Often served up in homes and family-type restaurants (and always in cider houses), it’s the perfect combination of sweet, tart, savory, and loud nut-cracking.

This spiny lobster disapproves of you. (Taken with instagram)

To whet our appetites before Sunday lunch: bonito & piquillo peppers, anchovies & fresh butter, jamón, cured pork loin, and chorizo. Oh. Boy. (Taken with instagram)

Not spring. (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram