By the way, this time there are extreme depictions, so it is not recommended for people with weak stomachs, under 8 years old, and over 100 years old . smile
Please read at your own risk.
Hello! Husband. How are you all doing?
I once mentioned that one of my favorite things about Spain is the delicious food. So today, I would like to share with you my top 5 favorite Spanish foods .
However, I would like to exclude the prosciutto ham, which I have talked about so far, because it is the most decided.
No. 5 anchovies
Anchovies from Spain are really good!
Great as a snack with sake. Anchovies are a familiar ingredient in Japan, and are anchovies pickled in salt and olive oil.
In Japan, I have the impression that it is put on salads and used for pasta. The anchovies themselves are made in Greece, Italy, Portugal, etc., but the ones made in Spain and the city of Cantabria are considered to be of the highest quality in the world.
It's Cantabria, haven't you heard of it?
Yes, the interaction between Ryu Murakami and Eiko Koike, an uneven duo, is interesting. Eiko Koike came out as a nondescript gravure idol at the time, but I'm impressed that she has a very long life, such as being the moderator of such a program. Awesome small pond. (←Waiting for Tsukkomi)
Cantabria is a province in northern Spain facing the Atlantic Ocean to the west of the Basque Country. The state capital is Santander, which is also famous for its bank name (Bank Santander is the largest bank in Spain).
The anchovies from here are completely different. Not really. Other products are basically salty, so they are used in salads and pasta, and are too salty unless they are put on bread.
Cantabrian berries are not very salty and have a very rich flavor with plenty of fat. It has a sticky texture that makes you think of cheese, and the umami clings firmly to the bottom.
Just the best! If you come to Spain, please try it!
No. 4 Charcoal-grilled fish (especially flounder)
As I said before, in Spain, where seafood is abundant, fish can be the star of a barbecue.
And especially delicious and famous is the thick flounder.
In Japan, it is often eaten as sashimi, but here, flounder is synonymous with grilled fish.
It is especially popular on the north side facing the Atlantic Ocean.
As you can see in this photo, there is even a griddle exclusively for flounder . It looks exactly like what a baseball referee wears on his head or kendo armor, but by putting flounder in this and grilling it over charcoal, the skin can be easily turned over without sticking to the net, and both sides will be browned and juicy. !
And when I have a chance to referee a baseball game, I can wash it and put it on, but unfortunately baseball is not very popular in Spain.
So as a Halloween costume, you can dress up like Jason from Friday the 13th, but it's not scary or exciting at all.
I digress, but this flounder is not half bad.
Anyway, it's thick and juicy! When I ate it for the first time, I was honestly surprised. If you charcoal-grill the gelatinous skin with fat and bring it to your mouth together with the thick meat, We Are the Champions, my friend. This is a must!
Just be careful not to eat too much grilled fish (or whatever). Let me introduce you to this episode.
In the summer of 2017, our family visited San Sebastian. As I introduced before, it is the best gastronomic city in Spain.
Then, at that time, I extended my legs to a fishing town called Getaria, which is located 30 kilometers west of San Sebastian by the sea. It's a very small town, but it's famous for its fresh seafood, and there are several starred restaurants. As a self-proclaimed gourmet, it was a city that I could not avoid.
Such a cliff beach continues to Getaria
The most famous restaurant there is Elkano , but I couldn't get a reservation there. despised. By the way, Elcano was named after the 16th-century explorer Sebastian Elcano, a hero from this town.
In the end, I went to a restaurant called Kaia Kaipe , which also has a Michelin star.
Needless to say, the taste is the best. However, at that time, I actually ate a charcoal-grilled fish called cabraccio, which is like this scorpionfish in Japan, instead of flounder. Well, just remembering farts, no, drooling. . .
Charcoal-grilled cabraccio
But tragedy strikes suddenly. Or should I say comedy? !
Changing the subject, I'm just an old man full of flaws.
Among them, the one I want to cure the most is the weakness of my stomach. I've been with him for decades and I've been able to control him, but I'm always worried when I don't have a toilet nearby.
When I take a long-distance bus, I always ask the driver, "Does this bus have a toilet?"
I have a perfect idea of where to find the clean toilets in Barcelona in my head. In conclusion, the toilets in Barcelona are 100 times cleaner than those in New York.
Well, back to the story, I paid at the restaurant and got on the bus to San Sebastian.
It was about 22:00 because it was a bus from a rural town, but it was already the last bus. Perhaps I ate too much because it was so delicious, or maybe the garlic, which had a strong presence in the sauce, stimulated my stomach, and suddenly my stomach hurt.
About 40 minutes to San Sebastian, can you stand it?
I asked myself, and the answer was no.
However, there was no toilet in the car. I endure it by twisting my body, but it would have been reflected as a new dance to the people around me. After Para Para, Kunekune, I thought strange dances were popular in Japan.
Because it passes through the mountains, the interval between bus stops is also insanely long. I made a decision here and cried to the driver. "Please drop me off here!"
It's similar to when I was called one of the stingy four heavenly kings, and before the meter went up, I used to say "Please get off!" in a taxi.
But the driver's answer was no. There's no way I can drop him off in a place like this. I muttered in my heart that there was no way I could let it leak in a place like this. . .
However, I persevered and made it to the next stop. And I told my wife, "I'm getting off, so Rock and go back to the hotel first." My wife must have been worried, but there was no other way.
Then, I got off at the empty rural stop.
Fortunately, we found a river nearby. Dash to the riverbed for the time being. The speed at that time is unofficial, but it may have been a time that would not be embarrassing even if he entered the World Championships. At least it should have been faster than Kane Kosugi.
I'll leave it up to you to guess what happened from here, but one good thing is that I'm relatively germophobic, so I brought a KireiKirei from Japan with me. So my body and mind became beautiful and beautiful.
And then I headed back to the bus stop. But, as I said earlier, I was on the last bus.
It was still 15km to San Sebastian. I called the hotel and asked if they could call me a taxi, but they said that it was too rural to find a company that would take me there.
Even if you walk home, it's a mountain road. . .
On the map, there seemed to be a hotel 5 kilometers ahead, so I thought I'd just walk there until morning. . . I went left and right for about 30 minutes.
Then a woman came to the stop. When I asked about it, I was told that a bus with a different route was still coming! lucky!
The destination was out of San Sebastian, but if I could go there, I would be able to reach the hotel on foot.
After all, the bus was delayed and I waited for more than an hour, but I was able to get on the bus after midnight and returned to the hotel safely around 1:00.
It was also a moment when I thought that Spain was really safe and I was really saved!
Continue to part 2.
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