Walking
into the city centre yesterday, my younger daughter and I happened
upon a young man with a border collie puppy. Naturally, my daughter
couldn't resist befriending it and chatting to the young man.
"No, he said, he didn't know of any others in Seville. And he'd got his from Estremadura. From a duck. Or that's what I thought
he said. Until I realised 'pa'tor' was his Andalucian pronunciation
of 'pastor'.
I've
been plugging (and glugging) Galicia's unheralded Mencia red wine for years. The
world - or at least some Andalucians - finally seems to have caught
up with me, as you can read here. And if you want a decent bottle of
this fruity wine, try Guimaro,
which the Wine Society sells at 10-11 quid. Not bad, considering its
Spanish price of c. 9 euros. Incidentally, Mencia
was once thought to be related to the Cabernet Franc grape but DNA testing has
disproved this and deemed it identical to
Portugual's Jaen.
Whatever, The Wine Society has pronounced it 'fashionable'. Which is
a fair reward for all my efforts. More on the wine here.
Seville
has a reputation for offering the best tapas dishes in Spain and, so
far, our experience has endorsed this. For one thing, it's wonderful
to be eating in a place which doesn't, like Galicia, regard sauces as an insult to
the meat. Unless they're made with bloody paprika.
Talking
of sauces . . . Do you know what Iberian Chop Sauce might be?
Neither did I before I checked with the Spanish version of the menu
and found it was Carrillera. Which the dictionary gives
as 'the jaw'. So, no wiser really. Fortunately, the internet throws
up 'Slowly braised beef cheek'. So now you know.
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