When The Cat’s Away, The Mouse Will Eat Tostadas

I’m finally getting out and about again… a bit. So, this morning San Geraldo had the pleasure of my company when he went out for coffee. We went to La Esquinita. Nestor (the bartender) said in Spanish, “Good morning,” and then to San Geraldo, “The usual? Toast with butter and marmalade?”

Obviously, he had San Geraldo confused with someone else. The usual for us is simply cafe con leche. San Geraldo would never undo his healthy at-home breakfast by having a tostada, butter, and marmalade.

I began to say, “no,” when I looked in San Geraldo’s direction. The guilt was written all over his face. I indicated to Nestor that San Geraldo had just been busted. He laughed, apologised to San Geraldo for letting the cat out of the bag, and then prepared the tostada.

A TOSTADA — ON A LARGE DINNER PLATE.

In Spain, a tostada (which simply means “toast”) is usually a loaf of bread sliced length-wise and then topped with something. My favourite is Iberian ham, olive oil, and a traditional tomato/garlic spread. San Geraldo’s favourite (that he apparently had any day he went to La Esquinita without me) is butter and marmalade.

Marina (click here) then asked if we had ever had manteca colorá. We hadn’t.

MANTECA COLORÁ (LOOK AWAY IF YOU’RE VEGAN OR WATCHING YOUR CHOLESTEROL).

“It’s delicious and very Andalusian,” she said as she pointed to my iPad and I looked it up.

Well, “manteca” is “lard.” Manteca colorá (short for colorada) is “red lard,” which is prepared by adding spices like bay leaf, oregano, and paprika and then cooking it with finely chopped pieces of pork. Marina brought us a bowl and then toasted some [more] bread.

It’s popular as a breakfast dish. I had a taste and thought it was delicious. San Geraldo liked it, but didn’t find it very appetising for breakfast.

The last time we were together at La Esquinita was shortly after I had written my blog post about Marina (and not taking Spanish lessons from her). When we arrived that next time, she ran out the door, returning a few minutes later with a beautiful poinsettia with a hand-written note attached. She placed it on our table, gave me a kiss on each cheek, and ran off. She made my day (again).

“ONLY A PERSON WITH A GOOD HEART
CAN DEDICATE SUCH BEAUTIFUL WORDS.
MANY THANKS. MARINA.”

People like Marina make my heart ‘more good.’

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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