Un-A-Peeling

Guadalupe had an unwanted, I’m sure, lesson from me on cooking Saturday afternoon. While she prepared some dishes for dinner, I very politely asked if there was anything I could do to help (don’t ask me why). Her friends were all bringing something. An elegant Madrid version of a pot-luck supper. I have no idea what I was thinking when I made my offer. Unless she wanted me to wash a dish, I wasn’t going to be able (OK… willing) to do anything else in the kitchen. I had told her what I thought of cooking in general. But no one seems to fully comprehend what I mean when I say, “I don’t cook.” Guadalupe now understands. I think it was just a problem with the translation from Spanish to ‘Mitchell.’ In Spanish, “Yo cocino” means “I cook”; in Mitchell, it means “I’m in hell.” (Click the images to enlarge the deliciousness.)

SOME THINGS WE DIDN’T BUY SATURDAY:
SEPIA (CUTTLEFISH)…
…NEXT TO THE CUTTLEFISH, “UGH!  WORMS?!?  EELS?!?”
NOPE.  POTATO NOODLES.

After a delicious lunch at home, Guadalupe started to get ready for that night’s dinner party. On the counter was a bowl of something (apples? potatoes? grapes?… it didn’t register with me). In response to my offer of help, she asked in Spanish, “Do you want to peel those?”

LUNCH AT HOME SATURDAY:
DORADA A LA SAL (SALTED SEA BREAM).
MOMENTOUS: I PEELED THE SALTED SKIN (AND HEAD!!!) OFF MY OWN FISH.
AND I SAY I DON’T COOK.
SLICE OF SPINACH TORTILLA (SPANISH-STYLE TORTILLA).

Guadalupe is an extremely intelligent and intuitive person. She saw that I was about to have a panic attack at the thought of “peeling” whatever it was she had asked me to peel and was very understanding when I quietly headed upstairs to lie down. (But I did help set the table and I did help with clean-up at 2 in the morning.) And just so you know, even without my help (or more likely because I didn’t help), dinner was a brilliant success. Check out just a few of the dishes.

BREAD TOPPED WITH SALMOREJO (LIKE GAZPACHO) AND ANCHOVIES.
I USED TO THINK I HATED ANCHOVIES. IN SPAIN, I’VE BEEN PROVEN WRONG TWICE.
I THINK IT WAS PARMESAN… AND IT HAD SOMETHING DRIZZLED ON IT…
AND IT WAS SO GOOD.
(I HAVE LEARNED THE CHEESE WAS MANCHEGO AND IT WAS DRIZZLED IN HONEY.)
SOME KIND OF PEPPER… BAKED IN SOMETHING… BRILLIANT.
IN A BLENDER: VANILLA SUGAR, COCONUT MILK, AND PINEAPPLE…
OH… AND BACARDI RUM.  THEN CHILLED.
FRIENDS (LEFT TO RIGHT): ROSALVER, ROCÍO, CARMEN, KEREN, AND GUADALUPE.
WARM, KIND, GRACIOUS, FASCINATING, FUNNY… AND GREAT CHEFS.

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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