Thursday night at dinner, our waiter very kindly brought us a complementary appetizer. A small plate containing what looked like an uncircumcised penis, hollowed out, stuffed with something, and lying atop a bed of seasoned rice.
The rice looked good.
On closer inspection, I saw that the dead penis was filled with bits of tiny squid and ground pork. I guessed, correctly, that the thick skin had been part of a much larger squid. We learned once we moved to Spain that squid, like penises, come in all sizes.
San Geraldo said, “What smells?”
I touched the penis with my fork and exposed ground meat and little squid legs.
San Geraldo — who will usually try anything unless it contains walnuts, coconut, or olives — refused to take a taste.
I — who will usually hesitate to try anything that doesn’t contain recognizable elements, like walnuts, coconut, or olives — took a teeny taste.
That teeny taste was immediately followed by a slug of Málaga wine, which was followed by a thick slice of bread.
San Geraldo began to cut into the penis for a closer look.
Still chewing bread and unable to
bare … bear a closer look, I pushed his hand away, and covered the plate with a cocktail napkin.
|CHIPIRONES, CALAMARE RELLONOS, POTAS Y CALAMARES.
(SQUID, STUFFED, SQUID, BIG SQUID AND LITTLE SQUID…. AND VERY GOOD RICE.)
We apologized to the waiter for being so ungracious and so lacking in taste.
A moment later, a very elegant couple at a nearby table had an entire huge plate of dead, uncircumcised, stuffed penis and consumed it greedily. Shows how much WE know!
|FROM THE WEB: KIND OF WHAT OURS LOOKED LIKE.|