I
went with visiting friends to O Grove yesterday to experience the
internationally famous seafood festival there. We made it easy for
ourselves by arriving at exactly the same time as everyone else. And
so it was that it took me 45 minutes to find somewhere to park and we
had to take it in turns in the 50m queue for the mejillones
tigres. But the bottle of albariño helped. This event has
grown enormously since I first visited it fourteen years ago. So much
so that they now have not one but two huge marquees. (For American
readers, this means 'tents' in British English. Not 'canopy' or
'sign').
Talking
of the sea . . There's a white fish known as coley
or pollock
in the UK. Seeking to market it as an eco-friendly replacement for
endangered cod and haddock – and aware that customers didn't like
asking for pollock
as it's close to bollocks
– the supermarket chain, Sainsburys, decided to re-label it colin.
Which is odd, as it means hake
in French, I believe. Anyway, it's quite nice
having a fish names after you.
An
English friend married to a Spaniard told me yesterday that, when her
husband had asked her to pass something, she'd used the time-honoured
phrase - “And what's the magic word?”. The husband looked
non-plussed for a second or two and then replied - “Immediately?”
No comments:
Post a Comment