Watermelon steeped in vermouth, then served over crushed ice with cinnamon, grated orange peel and fresh mint. Had this at Barra Baja the other day and wow, so fresh and summery.
Omg do not allow these into your home. They seem innocent enough at first, a simple potato crisp/chip, lightly salted, no snazzy flavours, just simply what they are. EXCEPT that they are extra thick cut and are still crazy crispy and crunchy. TOTALLY IRRESISTIBLE. First tried them at a little bar here (served on the side of various tapas) and I loved them so much I had to ask where they came from. Turns out Almería, so I reckoned I was safe. But then they showed up in the Corte Inglés supermarket and now I am doomed.
Twitter strikes again. Though this time is was more of an indirect hit as Heather and Eric are old friends of my neighbour Robert Warnock @warnock.robert and they got in touch through him about a tapas tour. I was booked already for the week, or as booked as I can be right now, but we decided to just meet up for a quick beer and a tapa… which then morphed into a lovely lunch. And with Robert joining us! I’ve known Robert via social media for at least a couple of years, recently finding out that we live about 10 minutes away from each other, and he is even one of my Patreons (helping to keep my Sevilla Tapas website going)… and yet we had still never met until now. So what a great time, and so nice to have finally met Robert in person.
So this was fun! I was invited to a cheese, bread and wine tasting at Sevilla’s new international hospitality school Gastromiun. My friend Rafa Bellido presented five Spanish wines which we later paired with national cheeses and local bread and, as always, I learned a lot. Still hoping to find a good accredited Spanish wine course. Perhaps I could persuade the school directors?
A few weeks ago Twitter pal (and imo one of the best food writers ever) Marina O’Loughlin posted her somewhat sweary article in Noble Rot mag railing against the nonsense that is brunch. And of course the comments flooded in by like-minded (right-minded!) folks who chimed in with their own (sometimes also sweary) opinions about brunch. Which basically boiled down to: fuck brunch.
And then the other day I saw this. By definition all day brunch should not be possible. Or even allowed. Frankly it sounds more like a threat. ALL DAY BRUNCH. I shudder just thinking about it.