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We were out for dinner the other night and I couldn’t decide what to have. I told San Geraldo it was a toss-up. Pizza with prosciutto and Buffalo mozzarella; ravioli with pumpkin and provolone; or lettuce, goat cheese, apple, and salmon salad. San Geraldo hid his hands under the table and said, “I’m going to hold up a finger and whatever finger it is, 1 for pizza, 2 for pasta, 3 for salad, will be what you’ll have. So no decision needs to be made.”
“But then you’ve already made the decision, right?” I suggested.
“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, “Never mind.” I had the pizza.
The above image is from the window of our bank. We eat dinner between 9 and 10 most nights. For some reason, we adjusted to Spanish time the moment we arrived nearly 13 years ago. Many immigrants (aka expats) never adjust and our friends visiting from other places often require us to dine early if we want to dine with them. Our bank, being a bank that caters to international customers, understands, although they don’t seem to understand much else at times.
Dudo and Moose have decided to end daylight savings time early. So, they’re now getting their first treat at 5 a.m. Also, Dudo expects a treat every two hours, and he expects six (not five) treats a day. And he is excruciatingly loud and bossy. I hold out for more than two hours between treats. Other than that, the cats have won.
Isabel changed her work days for the next four weeks, so we’re now at Mesón Salvador for coffee and second breakfast. I was looking forward to my pitufo (small tostada); you can see last week’s below. I’m thinking, however, of splurging on my old standard whole grain pitufo with ham, manchego cheese, and olive oil.
The penultimate photo was an accident during Monday’s walk. I like it. San Geraldo had to make a quick trip to the supermarket last night for more cat treats. On his list were sugar-free (and no sugar-added) cookies. I told him to also add Lindt dark chocolate. Because!
Salimos a cenar la otra noche y no podía decidir qué comer. Le dije a San Geraldo que era un desastre. Pizza con prosciutto y mozzarella de búfala; raviolis con calabaza y queso provolone; o ensalada de lechuga, queso de cabra, manzana, y salmón. San Geraldo escondió sus manos debajo de la mesa y dijo: “Voy a levantar un dedo y el dedo que sea, 1 para pizza, 2 para pasta, 3 para ensalada, será lo que tendrás. Así que no es necesario tomar ninguna decisión”.
“Pero entonces ya tomaste la decisión, ¿verdad?” sugerí.
“Oh, sí”, suspiró, “No importa”. Tuve la pizza.
La imagen de arriba es desde la ventana de nuestro banco. Cenamos entre las 21:00 y las 22:00 la mayoría de las noches. Por alguna razón, nos adaptamos a la hora española en el momento en que llegamos hace casi 13 años. Muchos inmigrantes (también conocidos como expatriados) nunca se adaptan y nuestros amigos que nos visitan desde otros lugares a menudo nos exigen que cenemos temprano si queremos cenar con ellos. Nuestro banco, al ser un banco que atiende a clientes internacionales, lo entiende, aunque a veces ellos no parecen entender mucho más.
Dudo y Moose han decidido finalizar anticipadamente el horario de verano. Entonces, ahora reciben su primer premio a las 5. Además, Dudo espera un premio cada dos horas y espera seis (no cinco) premios al día. Y es tremendamente ruidoso y mandón. Aguanto más de dos horas entre golosinas. Aparte de eso, los gatos han ganado.
Isabel cambió sus días de trabajo durante las próximas cuatro semanas, por lo que ahora estamos en Mesón Salvador para tomar un café y un segundo desayuno. Tenía muchas ganas de mi pitufo; puedes ver el de la semana pasada a continuación. Sin embargo, estoy pensando en derrochar en mi antiguo pitufo integral estándar con jamón, queso manchego y aceite de oliva.
La penúltima foto fue un accidente durante la caminata del lunes. Me gusta. San Geraldo tuvo que hacer un viaje rápido al supermercado anoche para comprar más golosinas para gatos. En su lista estaban las galletas sin azúcar (y sin azúcar añadido). Le dije que también agregara chocolate amargo Lindt. ¡Porque!
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Rolling dice for dinner? Write numbers, stab with closed eyes? Take a poll of other diners? By then you’ll be hungry enough not to care.
I thought late dinners had gone the way of the siesta since 9-5 came in. Sez boud.
Boud:
I was seriously trying to figure out how to stab the numbers with my eyes! Late dinners, siestas, and prolonged work days are still going strong here. There’s simply TALK about changing that, but it will be slow to come, especially here in Andalucía.
I don’t know if I could get used to dinner at 10PM every night, unless it was dinner in bed so I could go to sleep right after.
Bob:
It helps us that we don’t have to get up for work. We go to bed around 1. We enjoy it.
The cats would be the size of hogs, if I was responsible for their treats. I like the mistake photo. The hotel in Barcelona had the ingredients and instructions on the toast with tomato breakfast, I tried it.
David:
Dudo could never be the size of a hog. That boy must have the metabolism of a hummingbird. Did you like the tostada with tomato puree?
Yes, I understand what you see in it. The hotel was nice Pestana – a Spanish hotel group.
THAT is a great shot indeed! The blue and gray beard…..
My goodness, if we waited till 10 PM for dinner I would hate to imagine our states of mind! lol We now have our ‘main meal’ of the day at ‘breakfast’ time. That’s right, at breakfast time. Then the following two mealtimes are smaller.
Works for us.
Jim:
We adjusted easily to the Spanish schedule. Lunch is between 2 and 3. And, of course, there’s time for a snack between that and dinner. Your much healthier to have your main meal early in the day! What we really should be doing is having our mid-day meal as the main meal and a lighter dinner. That’s the traditional way here.
Figures you used the Dinner at Eight clip!!!!! ADORE Marie Dresler. Two friends of mine always say they think of me in that clip as Jean Harlow, when she says, ” You know they say machinery is going to replace every professional some day?” To which the great Dresler replies, giving Harlow the up down. ” Well,that’s something you need never worry about.”
I think all you dinner choices sounded delish!!!! Although I reserve anything pumpkin for fall. I myself could live there easily. I don’t eat dinner here myself till 8- 830 most nights. When abroad traveling it’s always later.
Mistress Borghese:
Marie Dressler was a genius. The look she gives before delivering that line is priceless.
So, that picture is of the pitufo, not the pizza? (I’ve never heard of pitufo before today.) And what do you call the bread with olive oil and tomato sauce?
Judy C:
LOL. No. The first photo is the pizza. The later photo is the previous pitufo with olive oil and tomato puree. No photo of yesterday’s pitufo. I hadn’t ordered it yet. I don’t think the olive oil/tomato pitufo has a special name. It’s called un pitufo con aceite y tomate (and you have to hope they have puree and not crummy old tomato slices).
Judy C, I forgot to explain about Pitufos. That’s a size of tostada. A large, full-size, tostada is commonly called a viena. A small, sometimes half-sized, tostada is called a pitufo. Pitufo also means Smurf. https://movingwithmitchell.com/2018/09/26/smurf-sandwich-tostada-pitufo-2/
Oh, I want to eat all those foods.
I understand Dudo and Moose’s appetite. Treats! Every two hours! Every day!
You’ve made a Pride portrait there. Nice.
And Jean Harlow. Those clips are perfection.
Ms. Moon. Sigh.
Ms. Moonsigh:
Dudo and Moose learned their eating style from San Geraldo. Jean Harlow and Marie Dressler. What a match-up.
Maybe if YOU had held up your fingers…
Kirk:
At random?
I’ve probably told you this, but when I first visited Spain in 1994, my friend and I went to dinner at 6:30 pm. We couldn’t figure out why no one else was in the restaurant! We kept to an American schedule for our whole trip and I’m sure we missed out on about half of Spanish culture as a result.
I like your accidental photo!
Steve:
We had family visit us in Sevilla for a month, which meant we would not have dinner on their schedule. They went out at 7 and were so frustrated that the restaurants they chose didn’t open again until 8:30.
The accidental photo is wonderful! I don’t think I could eat that late. We have our main meal midday and I rarely eat anything past 6:00 p.m. Honestly, the cats’ schedule of snacks throughout the day sounds most appealing.
Kelly:
Having your main meal mid-day is a much healthier way. We really should be doing that. Late dinner should be lighter.
Needless to say, it’s easier to eat at “normal” (ie British/American) hours on the Costa, and in larger cities where they might expect tourists – we were, however, slightly bewildered in Cadiz, when on our wanderings there wasn’t a bar nor restaurant open until we stumbled across the fish restaurants at the Old Market, and even there they were starting to close at around 6pm, only reopening at 10pm! Jx
PS Food porn! Arty photography! Marie Dressler!
PPS Speaking of bewildering, that bank sign confuses me…
Jon:
It’s a reference to the fact that their bank staff are multi-lingual.
Jon:
It was very common in Seville for the traditional restaurants to close after lunch around 4:30 or 5 and not reopen until 8:30 p.m.
And, yes, Marie Dressler!!!
Hubs and I get up at 4:30 am so dining at 9 or 10 at night would likely have to be done in bed…
Anon:
We’re awake usually around 5 thanks to Moose or Dudo, but we go back to bed.
I suppose cats are no good with DST or any time really but CCT (cat central time)
Urspo:
Exactly. Or maybe it’s cat-centric time.
#$%& It appears all my comments in the past 4-5 entries are not posting .
Urspo:
For some odd reason, they all went to Spain. They’re out now!