In Barcelona, paella and tapas are not typically on the menu if you can evade the tourist traps. This past Friday, rather than fending for myself in my small, green, rickety kitchen, I got to experience a traditional Catalan winter meal in the nearby town of Sant Cugat. Trekking through a muddy forest was not kind to my brand new shoes or my growing hunger, but the scenery and fresh air were a welcome distraction.
I couldn't do this meal justice with words (still trying to find my blog voice!), so here are some pictures. Enjoy!
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Neighbors with picky tastes left this entire plate para mi |
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| Ashy remnants; how we ate the in-season calçots (leeks)... Messy! |
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| The rabbit's head (teeth and all!) deterred my already waning appetite... |
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| Buen provecho! |
Sounds like your having lots of adventures! I don't like the part about the pick pockets, but glad to hear the roommates are nice. What a wonderful apartment. Looks like the perfect place to hang your hat (; Classy just like you! Keep updating us. Can't wait to read all about it! Miss you....
ReplyDeleteYour blog voice is perfect; great pictures; I miss you more than words can say; keep exploring! Say hey to Penelope for me...
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