When I was first out of university and looking for a job (with my degree in Art with minors in Psychology and English), my mother’s friend, Leah Meis (name changed to protect the unkind) insisted I meet her son-in-law to see if he had a job for me. He interviewed me in Leah’s bedroom (and, no, I didn’t put out) and offered me a job in the mailroom of his factory-of-some-sort in New Jersey. I didn’t like him much (nor did I like the offer); I thanked him and turned him down.
The next day, Leah arrived at my parents’ apartment and demanded I take the mailroom job. I told her I was looking for something a bit more challenging and interesting.
Leah said, “Get the feathers out of your ass, Mitchell! You’re not a peacock!”
Once I was gainfully employed, I walked into Saks Fifth Avenue and bought myself a very expensive, hand-painted, silk necktie. One spectacular peacock feather on a scarlet background.
(After another 15 years, Leah Meis retired to New Jersey and my mother, having finally decided she’d endured enough nastiness, refused to visit her.)
Dudo’s Peacock Feather
On the subject of peacocks, when our niece Lindy’s parents were visiting last month, her mother, Debbie, brought a bag of toys for the cats — two of each item. Included were a pair of peacock feathers from their own farm peacocks. Dudo and Moose were (and are) ecstatic.
In preparation for our move to Spain more than 5 years ago, I finally retired that very old peacock feather necktie. I’ve at times considered having a peacock fan tattooed across my entire back (emerging from the crack of my ass).
(Click the images for a closer look… at Dudo, not my ass.)
Our favorite restaurant in Málaga is now our favorite three restaurants in Málaga (and they have a fourth on the way). We discovered El Meson de Cervantes nearly six years ago during our first visit to Spain (eight months before moving here). Then, Matt and Lindy told us about their other restaurant, El Tapeo de Cervantes. And, now there’s a third restaurant, Vinería Cervantes. So, that’s where we went Monday night after we saw the light(s).
I’ve provided English descriptions beneath each photo. Their Spanish menu wouldn’t load for me to copy the info and their translations don’t always tell the whole story, but you’ll definitely get the idea.
It seems impossible we managed to eat all this. (But, click the pics and I think you’ll understand.)
SEA BREAM WRAPPED IN COURGETTE,
CARROT PUREE, AND A JUNIPER SAUCE.
RED PEPPERS STUFFED WITH COD
AND SERVED WITH A TOMATO SAUCE.
BATTERED PRAWNS WITH TREACLE
AND A CORIANDER MAYONNAISE.
GRILLED OCTOPUS (IN AN INK SAUCE!!!) WITH SMOKED MASHED POTATOES. (NONE FOR ME. THE SUCTION CUPS GET STUCK TO THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH.)
BOAR STEW WITH SWEET MÁLAGA WINE,
TOPPED BY A SPANISH TORTILLA.
FRIED EGGPLANT WITH TREACLE.
IBERIAN PORK WITH BAKED PUMPKIN.
PUMPKIN RISOTTO AND WILD MUSHROOMS.
WARM APPLE TART WITH VANILLA ICE CREAM. (I DID NOT SHARE…)
THE CITY OF Málaga beamed with joy because our nephew and niece-in-law, Matt and Lindy, were here. The lights speak for themselves, so I’ll shut up. (But, be sure to catch me with my mouth wide open at the end.)
(Click the images; if you don’t know why, you will.)
LA CIUDAD DE Málaga brilló con alegría porque nuestro sobrino y sobrina, Matt y Lindy, estaban aquí. Las luces hablan por sí solas, así que me callo. (Pero, asegúrate de cogerme con la boca bien abierta al final.)
(Haz clic en las imágenes, si no sabe por qué, lo hará.)
CALLE MARQUES DE LARIOS, MÁLAGA.
THE MAIN PEDESTRIAN SHOPPING STREET IN THE OLD CITY.
PLAZA DE LA CONSTITUCIÓN.
ANOTHER TREE; BESIDE THE CATHEDRAL. OTRO ÁRBOL; AL LADO DEL CATEDRAL.
THE BISHOP’S PALACE. EL PALACIO DEL OBISPO
DRIVING THROUGH THE CITY AS WE HEAD HOME. CONDUCIENDO POR LA CIUDAD CUANDO FUIMOS A CASA.
LINDY TOOK AN “USSIE.” NO ES UN “SELFIE”; ES UN “USSIE”.
Tuesday night, San Geraldo and I were in Málaga for a farewell dinner (until next time) with our nephew Matt and his wife Lindy. They fell in love with Málaga several years ago and we’ve been the lucky recipients of nearly annual visits.
To say that I adore, admire, love, and respect Matt and Lindy would be understating my feelings for them.
We took in Málaga’s Christmas lights before enjoying another amazing dinner. While I sort through my 145 photos (whittled down from the original 221), I thought I’d share this shot of a club we passed. It really has nothing to do with anything except it had us all laughing.
AFTER READING THE SIGN BY THE DOOR, MATT THOUGHT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER
HAD THE MARQUIS READ: TODAY ON SHOW, THE PACK RAT
If you think Matt and Lindy are soft touches when it comes to cats in need (yesterday’s post), you should meet Lindy’s parents! They have a farm outside Pierre and have both farm and house cats. I can’t remember how many exactly — perhaps 15 inside the cool and stylish house and that many (or maybe 50, I get those numbers confused) on the farm. And, yes, they all have names.
If we lived closer, we probably would have begged to take a couple home with us!
(Click the images for a closer look. Go on. I know you can’t resist.)
WE HAD FARM GUIDES.
THE BOUDOIR. IT IS A CATHOUSE AFTERALL!
INSTANT AFFECTION. HE MADE OUR HEARTS MELT.
THIS ONE STUCK A FLOWER IN HER HAIR TO SEE US OFF.