July 2012
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Les Pommes de Terre: Apples of the earth, or...
Not terribly long ago, I spent two and a half months peeling potatoes.
Okay, okay; I didn’t spend every minute of that time only peeling potatoes. I spent three hours, from morning until lunchtime five days a week scrubbing, peeling, rinsing, slicing, julienning, boiling, mashing, puréeing, frying, scooping marbled-sized balls, and forming son-of-a-bitch-fragile bird-nests out of...
"Yes, um, the answer would be, um, Wedding...
One might say that I’ve become somewhat of an expert in the field of Basque nuptials this spring season, and sure as shootin, it’s the truth. Back in my last year or so living in Athens, I attended weddings aplenty, usually of people from within the same larger group of friends, and all tending towards the same theme of rustic Southern charm, each one more adorable and precious than...
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Mariscada and then some.
Sunday lunch with Iñaki’s family. Rainy-then sunny-then rainy day in July…typical. We sat on the glass-walled porch and watched the port and pueblo down below. We drank very, very much Albariño, and we ate. Oh, did we ever eat.
We ate jamón de bellota (the best…), broiled scallops, tiny clams, and prawns. We ate langoustines and grilled monkfish and creamy fish soup. We...
