I am not quite sure where November went, but here we are rapidly facing down our second Christmas living in Spain...
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I am not quite sure where November went, but here we are rapidly facing down our second Christmas living in Spain...
It's that time of year again for the annual Saleres Fiesta and this time we were a bit more prepared and so, it seems, was the village...
We are delighted to report that we have enjoyed another tapas tour with the delightful Gayle Mackie who founded and runs Granada Tapas Tours. We joined Gayle to revisit some more ‘traditional’ bars that she has not been back to for a year or so, so it was something of a joint adventure...
It has been a very busy September. We have, for most of the month, had a fairly full house with guests and as a result we have sort of found ourselves hurtling towards October. The 1st October is a momentous date as it marks our first anniversary of living here in Spain. It is with huge relief that we can say that it is just an anniversary, suggesting a continuance, rather than the end of something. However, changes are still afoot...
This is one of my favourite dishes from Nigella Lawson’s ‘Nigella Express’ cookery book. Here is my version with a slight Spanish twist...
Andrew and I are feeling a little bit fragile today. Today is my birthday, and I am not normally one for a great big occasion, but somehow we have found ourselves in the middle of a weekend with a fair amount occasion-ing. Firstly a fantastic tapas tour of Granada
The UK’s bank holiday weekend, for us, was all about the beach. We earmarked two events for this weekend: a concert on the beach in Salobreña by the band Los Gin Tonic and then a Fiesta at La Barraca, a great restaurant right on the beach at Cantarrijan, a little further along the coast...
One of our favourite tapas dishes here in Granada is this simple mix of potato, green pepper, onion and garlic. It does sound very simple, and the name of the dish translates roughly as ‘poor man’s potatoes’ or literally potatoes to the poor.
Sunday was Andrew’s Birthday, and it is probably fair to say that we both felt a little bit jaded on that morning. We didn’t drink that much, but the effects are amplified in the heat unless alcohol is accompanied by litres of water!
An important ingredient is missing from this account. This weekend in Madrid also happened to coincide with Andrew's 42nd Birthday (I know; he's very old)...
