I Call My Sugar Candy

San Geraldo had a doctor’s appointment Friday (one of his big feet has been sore), so we rented a car and ran errands together afterward. While I waited for San Geraldo at the medical center, the Three Kings arrived in the lobby. Monday is Three Kings Day. Sunday: Parades of the Three Kings (“Cavalcadas de Los Tres Reyes”) all over Spain.

The Three Kings (and friends), hospital scrubs peaking out from beneath their robes, had candy for everyone and gift-wrapped toys for the kids. As you know, I’ve been out of chocolate for a few days. So, I was very happy when Baltasar (Spanish spelling) filled my hand with candy. Yes, I took candy from a stranger. And nothing happened! 


I’M PRETTY SURE THIS WAS MELCHOR (SPANISH SPELLING).
STRANGE.  PAPA NOEL SENT AN ELF TO HELP OUT.
(AND NOT A VERY HAPPY ELF…)
A VERY CHARMING BALTASAR, AFTER GIVING ME MY CANDY.
I LIKE THE GUMMY ONES.

After I finished my candy, we headed to the garden center (to exchange the pots we purchased a few weeks ago — that I so carefully measured — for two of the correct size; click here for a refresher). We then headed to a store called Iceland, an international importer where San Geraldo can find all different kinds of frozen berries. I found sweet memories of my sister Dale, in a Cadbury Dairy Milk Fruit & Nut bar — her favorite (only when it came to Cadbury). I had the option to buy one big bar or four smaller, individually packaged bars. I bought the individually packaged bars because that would mean I wouldn’t consume the chocolate quite so quickly. I’d only eat one bar at a time, saving the still-wrapped bars for later. It made perfect sense. It didn’t work. Gone in a heartbeat! But my mental state has been improving. It must be the chocolate.

JUST HOME… ONE ALREADY DOWN, THREE TO GO.
(AND THEY WENT IN LESS THAN 5 MINUTES).

San Geraldo continues to bake his holiday breads. I think he’s got one more batch (three loaves) of cranberry-orange bread and he’ll be done. But maybe not. He did some substitutions on his latest batch of date spice bread and it was even better than the first three batches. He had Medjool dates this time. They didn’t chop in the food processor; they puréed. So he added raisins for a bit of texture. The rich flavor of the Medjools combined with the firmness of the raisins. Heaven. Like Big Maybelle (listen to the music below), “I got a sweet tooth for my sweetheart.”

BIG MAYBELLE HAD TO BE SINGING ABOUT SAN GERALDO.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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