Published September 27, 2011
Drink , Recipes
Tags: Cough remedy, Honey, Lemon, Tea, Whiskey
For the most part, I have been warmly welcomed here in Spain. I have a good group of friends, supportive coworkers, and several adoptive families. But there is one segment of Spanish society that has declared out and out war on me – viruses. Last year I had three debilitating colds in two months and here I am again, two weeks into my second year laid low. Great. It’s as if Spain has thrown down the gauntlet – if you can survive the anti-foreign body security measure of their collection of viruses with your foreigner’s immune system, you are worthy of residency in the country. Challenge accepted with lethargy. And hey, it gives me a chance to play such games as Fever or Not? as I yell at the Celsius thermometer.
When I get sick, I get a super impressive cough that usually leads to me losing my voice and sounding like a very creepy man. When we lived together, Gabrielle used to have me make threatening phone calls to all our friends. Rosa just calls me Manolo the truck driver. The real problem is that I’m an assistant teacher, so losing my voice is a big deal. I got sent home from work one day because listening to me made my coworkers wince.
What does all this whining have to do with my food blog? Well. In the midst of those three colds last winter, I got increasingly shacknasty and desperate and started soliciting cough remedies from pretty much everyone I knew. Herbal tea, hot water with lemon, tea with honey, hot water with ginger, and from my parents – hot whiskey. Anything that would soothe my throat and help me stop coughing so I could sleep and drag my butt through my commute and back.
In my cold medicine addled state a brilliant idea came to me. What if I were to combine all of these ideas into ONE? It would be like the Power Rangers or even Captain Planet – a MegaTea!
Continue reading ‘MegaTea – Cold Smackdown’
It is not summer here in the Pacific Northwest. Today it was in the mid to low 60s with a nice chill rain and wind. I did want to cool off after a week or three or 113 degree heat of Sevilla, but this is kind of drastic. I want to go swim in the river and barbecue, hang up my hammock chair…anything besides watch my tan get washed away by early fall rains.
So in rebellion, I have started in on my summer eats in the hopes that they can conjur up some corresponding weather. So let’s make ice cream!
Continue reading ‘Ice Cream!’
Published April 13, 2011
Food , Reviews , Travel
Tags: Andalucia, Bar Casa Julio, Berenjena, chorizo, Eggplant, Gelato, Granada, Jamón, La Antigualla, Los Italianos, Molasses, Montadito, Tapas, Tea, Tetería
A while back, I wrote a short treatise on the art of tapas featuring my favorite restaurant in Sevilla, with the drawback that what I did wasn’t truly tapear-ing, because I never switched locales, but parked myself at the table until I couldn’t get up to request any more platelets of solomillo.
Oh, quick update on that: I am working on the recipe for solomillo al eneldo, but it’s still not quite there. I’ll post it when it gets close enough to the real thing.
A month or so after that adventure, I tagged along with my roommate and her father on a day trip to Granada. Rosa had a family meeting to attend, so her father and I took a long walk, meandering through the city center and chit chatting about history. After admiring the sights, though, we got down to business, and we slipped into one of his favorite tapas bars.
This is the only picture I have of that visit because I was too busy eating and trying to decipher the super Andaluz chatter of twenty-five of Rosa’s relatives. But no worries. A few weeks later, she and I went back, alone, to concentrate on what’s really important. And it’s not the Alhambra above, but tapas. Granada style.
Continue reading ‘Tapas II – Estilo Granaino’
Published February 15, 2010
Drink , Recipes
Tags: Cardamom, Chai, Cinnamon, Cloves, India, Tea
One of my most powerful sense memories from India is the persistent, piercing cry of the train chai-wallah: Chaaaaaaaaaaaai, masala chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai, garam chaaaaaaaaaai, masala chaaaaaaaaai. Lit: tea, spiced tea, hot tea, spiced tea. Every time I make chai, which is often, this man’s voice rattles around in my head and adds that extra fillip of authenticity to my tea stew.
Continue reading ‘Chai MEANS tea’