Back to real life again. While I find my bearings, here are some snapshots (all with my phone, almost all without filters thanks to the beautiful Mallorcan light) from our lovely vacation (if you haven't already seen them on Instagram or Facebook - see sidebar to follow me on either or both).
Showing posts with label Mallorca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mallorca. Show all posts
Monday, September 2, 2013
Friday, September 9, 2011
Markets and more
This is my last post of this summer's Mallorca series. Next week I will be back posting about my little adventures in the kitchen, but if you are anything like me, I know you will enjoy strolling through these crowded markets, looking at the stalls minus the masses of people and the sweltering heat of those days (don't thank me, thank my faithful little point-and-shoot camera).
Our first stop will be Sineu, inland Mallorca, once the island's largest market dedicated to livestock and agriculture. It is held every Wednesday and attracts masses of locals and tourists. Despite it selling everything from food, to clothes to
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| Need a new hammer? |
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| Has your goat had its cup of coffee today? |
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Eating in Mallorca and Ca'n Pedro
Let a girl dream a while longer, before reality fully hits. Also, if truth must be told, a still pretty empty fridge and my daughter starting first grade (first grade!!!) in a few days in addition to the rest do not make it easier to cook this week.
So this week will be all about Mallorca. Get comfortable and fly back to the sunny island with me because I have a few more secrets to share.
You would think, Mallorca being an island, that its food culture revolves entirely around seafood. Not unlike other larger islands of the Mediterranean, however, a lot of its most traditional fare comes from the land. Citrus grows aplenty, as do olives, pomegranates, prickly pears, grapes, indigenous tomatoes, eggplant (or aubergines if you will) and peppers. But when I think Mallorquin food, I think meat.
Lamb and pork are present on any typical menu, and mostly younger animals are used. Suckling lamb makes its appearance in the form of leg or shoulder of lamb or the tiniest, most tender chops you have ever seen. I will not even start to describe the ecstasy you will experience when tasting your first bite of suckling pig. It is roasted to perfection, until the skin is a crackly layer of crunchy goodness and the meat beneath is so fall-apart soft that it literally melts in your mouth. The cerdo negro, a pig indigenous to the island of which I will be showing you pictures in my next post, is also used to make sobrassada, a raw, cured spreadable sausage made with pork, paprika (which gives it its distinct color), sometimes cayenne pepper for varying levels of heat, salt and spices.
Several other meats make an appearance in the culinary traditions of the island, memory of a not so distant time when an animal was only butchered on very special occasions. The poorer cuts, such as offal, are common as are smaller animals such as rabbits and snails.
Several other meats make an appearance in the culinary traditions of the island, memory of a not so distant time when an animal was only butchered on very special occasions. The poorer cuts, such as offal, are common as are smaller animals such as rabbits and snails.
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| Slow cooked rabbit with roasted garden vegetables |
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| Do you see the size of that terracotta casserole? |
All this brings us to Ca'n Pedro, a place we go back to several times on every visit. It is a large, bustling business in the hills of Genova, another ideal place to go with children (there is a small playground on the premises to keep them happy while you eat away), although we used to go when we were younger and more carefree, and several seating options, both inside and outside. The large terrace on top offers pretty views, while the inside is cozier in the colder months of the year, with the fired up grill and hundreds of legs of jamon hanging from the ceiling.
The place is busy from before seven, when Germans, Brits, Scandinavians and families with young children show up till late into the night when the Spanish (and their offspring) appear. It is a place crowded by tourists and Spaniards alike, including locals, because it offers a large variety of fresh, tasty, authentic Mallorquin cuisine for reasonable prices.
You really can't go wrong when ordering there, but we have our traditions and there are a few must-haves when we go.
To begin we order pimentos de Padron (peppers from the town of Padron), pan fried in the best olive oil and sprinkled with coarse salt. They are not normally spicy but watch out, every now and then you get a deadly one.
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| Aioli |
We love us some snails. In Mallorca they are stewed in a hearty broth with pieces of cured pork (jamon or longaniza), aromatic herbs, cumin, onions, garlic and tomatoes. They are served with oversized toothpicks to extract them from their shell and aioli (garlic mayonnaise) to mix into the savory broth at the end. When the snails are finished, you must break pieces of crusty dark farmer's bread into the aromatic broth and eat.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Ca's Patro March
Yesterday we were still swimming in clear waters and today we went back to work... talk about culture shock (and thermal shock waking up to rainy, cool weather). But this way is best, no time to think about or to acknowledge the sadness you feel when leaving those you love.
Mallorca never ceases to surprise us with its beauty, variety, traditions and breathtaking scenery. Every time we leave its sunny shores, family and good friends, old and new, we cannot help but feel that we are leaving our second home. There are so many stories to tell, so many images to show, it is hard to decide where to start.
So I will start with food of course. I will tell you about a restaurant I highly recommend you visit if you are ever on the island. It is exactly the place you dream of when you set off in your rented car to find that small, quaint seafood restaurant you know is hidden somewhere among the rocks. A place that is relaxed, where the fish is as fresh and as uncomplicated as can be. A place with a view, with the sound of waves lapping up onto the shore, a place to have a late, lazy Spanish lunch, drinking chilled white wine and enjoying a breeze. The locals' best kept secret apparently, because every time I looked for a place like that on my travels, I rarely managed to find it.
You always seem to end up sitting in a crowded tourist trap, with overpriced fish and warm wine. There is never a breeze and as much as you try to smile and make the best of your vacation, rivulets of sweat are running down your cleavage and your thighs are sticking together under your napkin.
The restaurant is located in the Deìa Municipality, in a little hidden cala you reach driving or walking down a winding road through olive groves. After parking you will have to walk in the scorching sun for a little under five minutes but it will be worth it once you get there. You can go for a swim from the little beach and sit in the sun first or head directly to lunch. The restaurant is perched up on a cliff (yes, you will also have to climb up some stairs to get there) like an eagle's nest and offers the most spectacular of views. It looks like it was built by the Flintstones, lots of stone, straw and wood. It is a simple and very child friendly place (I was surprised at the amount of strollers and children given the arduous climb up) so don't go there if you are looking for white linens, flowers in silver vases and monastic silence. It is bustling with people and laughter, waiters zigzagging through the tables with large trays laden with the day's catch.
The food was exquisite, the wine was served ice cold and kept chilled and the service was extremely friendly if a little frazzled by the afternoon crowd.
We enjoyed a few dishes of a local treat, our beloved chipirones, baby squid, not much larger than a thumbnail. They were served hot and crunchy, fried to perfection and seasoned with just enough salt. A drizzle of lemon that grows everywhere you look and we were in heaven. One of our party ordered a gazpacho and claimed it was superb. As our main course we ordered a parillada de pescado y mariscos, a grilled mixture of fish and seafood.
In other words, when you can't make up your mind, go all the way. The platters included calamari, lobster, swordfish, monkfish, shrimp and more (yes, even the grilled head of a rock fish with the its enormous tender cheek, the most prized morsel).
After, large chilled slabs of fresh honeydew melon to cleansen the palate and ice cream for the kids.
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| If you zoom in on this picture you can see the guy standing up there on the cliff |
We even got a show worthy of Acapulco while enjoying our coffee. A group of kids entertained us by diving, frontwards and back, from various heights off of the cliffs right in front of us. Quite an exciting experience, followed by gasps from the lunching crowd and rounds of applause.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Feliz cumpleanos!
It was F's birthday the other day.
Lucky to be a birthday boy on vacation, on a Mediterranean island.
Lucky to have local connections. Local connections who happen to be close friends and family, cooking up a feast for your birthday.
3kgs of the best gambas.
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| Just best quality olive oil, chili peppers and a dash of coarse sea salt |
Marinated lamb.
An ensaimada makes a perfect birthday cake.
Lucky I am married to the birthday boy and got to partake.
Monday, August 22, 2011
No access
Who's complaining about having no access when you have this?
More soon!
Food from the area in the coming posts. This is literally just what has been falling into our arms...
More soon!
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