This weekend Mr Bad Wabbit and I are going to Barcelona - Mr Wabbit will be running his seventh marathon, as mentioned once or twice in his recent blog postings, and I will be sampling some Spanish hospitality, oops sorry I mean cheering him from the sidelines. Actually I will be doing both and I am understandably quite excited about the prospect - always nice to be able to see your hubby achieving his goals and I do enjoy eating!Whilst Spain is not exactly renowned for it cakes, à la this blog, I'd probably need to go to a French patisserie for that, I am rather fond of tapas and sangria. It's tricky to pick a favourite dish, although chorizo in red wine is always a winner in the Wabbit household and for me spanish omelette evokes memories of when I worked in Spain several years ago. Based in an office full of Spaniards I'd made an English friend when out for a walk one evening as I'd spotted his English newspaper and wanted to know where I could get one for myself - I never did buy my own paper in the end as he generously offered to give me his once he'd finished it. So we established a habit of meeting after work for him to pass on his paper and to share a beer in a local cafe which was always served with a pincho of tortilla de patatas. Since then I have often tried to make Spanish omelette, but I've never managed to make it as light and fluffy as the ones I had then.
The different food tastes around the world never fail to amaze me - on a work trip to Houston last year we were taken to a restaurant that specialized in chicken-fried steak!
It did also serve the more well-knowned option of fried chicken, but I thought 'when in Rome' and opted for the steak... I wouldn't want to criticise other people's choice of food but for me it was just bizarre and seemed to be a waste of a good piece of steak, so it won't be gaining a place on my top ten list of favourite foods. And even worse I was so full after all the batter on my steak, that I had no room for pudding!
