Last time I posted something seasonal to drink up here, I kind of missed the boat. So before we get into spring, I’m going to go ahead and post this. The pictures have been langoring around here, all lonely. Technically I should be proofing my projects for my literary translation class, but I can take fifteen minutes to encourage you all to drink.
I have no heating in my apartment. But you live in the south of Spain! you may exclaim. You don’t need it! So, so wrong. The cold here isn’t that bad if you are outside. No snow, no hail, temperate cold. But it’s a humid kind of cold that soaks inexorably through your coat, and more pertinently, into the stone walls of your apartment building. Add in single paned windows full of chinks and you’ve a recipe for living in a damp fridge. I now pick my restaurants and bars based on the quality of their heating systems and insulation instead of the quality of the food and drink. Right now it’s 11 AM, a beautiful day outside, high fifties Fahrenheit. My nail beds are blue. No joke. Well, maybe it’s more purple than blue. But anyways. We’ve got a space heater that we share around, but with the price of utilities here is straight up hairy and those things are electricity hogs. So now you know why I sleep in Andalucía under flannel sheets, a down comforter, and then a folded quilt on top of that. With my hot water bottle kitty. And my face slowly freezes at night.
But why all this bitching about the poor state of my core body temperature on a food blog? Well, I have found a cheaper solution to central heating. Mulled wine. It gives you a false feeling of warmth from the alcohol dilating your blood vessels and is actually warm from you know…boiling it on the stove. Just drink it quick before the apartment leeches all of its heat away!
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