I love you. There, I said it.
Why are your eggs sooooo good? What do you do or not do to them? Why have I never had broken eggs before? If I were inclined to open a restaurant here, I would sell all the variations of your broken eggs dish and call it Spanish poutine. Potatoes, eggs, and every Iberico pork product available. P.S. Your potatoes are absolutely stellar as well.
I didn’t think I liked you, but you changed my mind.
Unlike your Italian cousins (see last year’s travel post), you arrive showing only your best. Vegetables are good. Deep frying the heck out of them is acceptable when on vacation from real-life.
Pine nuts, raisins, onions and cod – Oh what a surprise. So delicious.
Mercat de La Boqueria de Barcelona. So scenic, so plentiful. Possibly the best food market ever. Tapas counters, fish stalls, candy to make your eyes pop.
When I hear chocolate I usually state my preference for cheese but throw some salt on it, and a few pieces of crunchy fried bread and it’s a different story. It’s a story about a person who doesn’t usually eat dessert but finds herself with an extra spoon and partner willing to share. It’s kind of a love story or a teen movie where the girl hates the guy at first is then wooed by his edgy sweetness.
Marry me, Barcelona. We’ll make beautiful cod fritters.
Ok, I’m getting tired of writing in this voice and it’s starting to feel creepy. I have about way more pictures of food from Spain including shrimp, mussels, cod fritters, pretty salads, etc… Check out my Flickr account for more.
France is up next.