Tuesday, September 13, 2016
explosión de mariscos
in galicia, the kitchen was serviceable; the view from the balcony was better.
the markets were amply provisioned, and there were many bottles; some of them were very tasty. the cooler came in handy.
we discovered the virtues of the can.
the town has a fishing co-op with a shop which opens twice a day to sell day catch from boats that dock right outside.
there were percebes. they were tasty.
some of the percebes were fractal. (still tasty.)
at a slightly fancy restaurant, we had remarkable scallops. note how little they have been fucked with. these were about the price of a mediocre plate of pasta in london.
there was also a lobster—that was quite messy. fortunately, i was wearing my lobster-eating shirt.
the oysters at the roadside lunch spot at which we waited for a late afternoon audience with The Knight of the Valley weren't messy at all.
but most of the time we cooked shellfish,
and regular fish,
and sat on the beach.