Archive for April, 2009

Jamón

While I haven’t been able to find a decent burger since arriving in Spain, (I have found a passable burger in a BBQ joint owned by a texan but I don’t find myself craving it…) I have found a very suitable substitute, that will become an expensive itch once we return to the states…..

It was very apparent from the start that the people of Spain take their pork quite seriously and are very proud of their Jamón Ibérico.  You will be hard pressed to find a Spanish bar/restaurant (and certainly more than a few spanish homes) without several legs of this wonderful product hanging from hooks along the walls and ceilings.

Just how valuable and important is this Jamón you ask? Well the “Good stuff” goes for over 100 euro per kilo, needless to say I will not be buying a whole leg anytime soon!

Now just a few weeks ago I discovered that there is a Museo del Jamón just 4 blocks down from our apartment. Which as you can see from the gallery attached below is about as close to heaven on earth as I am going to get….

As you might imagine, in those few weeks I am already a regular and, on those days when I work from home, there is no question as to where I will be for lunch.  As of this week I only have to specify uno or dos when I approach the counter as they all know the fat american wants a Bocadillo de jamón ibérico con queso fundido y tomate para llevar. (Cured ham with cheese and tomato to go).

That phrase has now become the newest member of my most important Spanish phrases, joining:

¡Una mas Cerveza por favor! [One more beer please]
¿Donde está  es el baño? [Where is the bathroom]
¿Donde está la zapateria?  [Where is the shoe store; helps for when you are in dutch with the wife]

Anyway just posting these pictures is making me hungry…I suggest you come visit and taste cured meats at Museo del Jamón for yourself.

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BEADS!!

Lilah In Beads 1Lilah in Beads 2

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More from Barcelona

On Saturday we flew into Barcelona relatively early and were able to walk around on the beach and the docks next to our hotel, while at the docks we stopped by a little bar to have some tapas and had easily the most delicious calamari rings, they were hand battered, and fried to perfection, so tender that they literally melted in our mouth.

The following pictures of the beach are the only ones we were able to take with a proper camera.

Saturday night we went out to eat at a Ikibana recommended by the concierge that was very satisfying. Lilah especially loved the interactive fish pond projected on the floor by the entrance, though at first she was a bit pensive about stepping on the “fish”. Lilah really took to the waitress, as Camille put it “She acted like a 9 year old boy with a crush on his babysitter”, she would stare and lean into her chest at any chance she got (all the tables were the high sidebar type tables which suited this quite perfectly). Lilah constantly demand her attention whenever she stopped by and on at least two occasions reached out and, to our shock, groped her. The waitress took this all in stride and thought (or at least made us believe) that it was the cutest thing. Here are some poor quality photos of that Dinner (again from this point we were limited to the camera on the phone). In true Spanish fashion Lilah got to sleep sometime just before midnight!!

Sunday morning Camille, Lilah and I headed down to the “Rambla” a street lined with shops and cafe’s along with the Boqueria (or Market) where you can get just about any cut of meat (including Bull’s Balls and various animal heads), seafood, and some amazing looking (and pricey) fruits and veggies. While we didn’t make it to the Boqueria we did manage to stumble upon a Palm Sunday procession which was quite a sight, Lilah enjoyed the brass and drums; it took Camille two attempts to get the video as the first time around (which was a much better vantage point by the way) she failed to press the “record” button.

Lilah and Camille took a nap as I went down to register for the conference and attend the first training session. When I got done with my conference activities for the day we decided to head down to the Science Museum for a look see (see the Itsy Bitsy Spider post). For dinner we found a little out of the way restaurant and on our way to the table Lilah and Camille managed to knock over our neighbors water glass, drowning the last few bites of her steak, they were unfazed by the incident (though we did buy them dessert). Again Lilah got to bed somewhere around mid-night. Here are some additional pictures from that excursion.

Monday morning Lilah and Camille headed out to the beach and to wander around Barcelona as I headed to the conference. That evening we had planned to go out for a nice dinner but apparently the plane ride and two late nights caught up with Lilah as she had a fever. So Camille spent the evening with Lilah in the hotel and I went out to the dinner provided by the conference hosts at Codorniu [wikipedia: Codorniu Winery, the world's largest producer of bottle-fermented sparkling wine made by the traditional champagne method (méthode traditionelle), was founded in Spain in 1551. It produces 60 million bottles annually. Spanish sparkling wine from the region Catalonia is known as "cava."]    Where we were treated to a tour of the catacombs, a lovely 4 course traditional Catalonian dinner and a couple of numbers from a Flamenco dancer.

Lilah and Camille spent tuesday in the hotel as Lilah continued to have a fever and I spent the day at the conference, the conference evening activities were held at a night club so I opted to have dinner with the family in the room and go to bed early.

Wednesday was the last day of the conference, once the conference ended we checked out and made our way back down to the Rambla to wander by the Boqueria. We stopped by El Quim located at the center of the Market and sampled the fried egg with grilled baby squid (whole with ink sacs mind you), a house specialty, it was…interesting could have used some green chile (but then again I think everything could use green chile).

I hope you are sufficiently bored.

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The Itsy Bitsy Spideeeeeerrrrrrrr

I had a conference to attend in Barcelona April 5th-8th.  Lilah and Camille jumped on the chance to join me of course.  Sunday evening, after registration and the morning sessions we all went out to the Museu de la Ciència.   This is apparently one of the most heralded science museums in all of Europe and was very interesting thankfully for us most of the exhibits were hands on so there was very little “NO”.  The highlight for Lilah, and as it turns out the trip really, was when we found the Voice changer.  The first time we went it was to crowded with children fighting for the microphone so they could say “hola” and “bueno” so Lilah only was only able to be confused for a few seconds before some kid pushed his way in front of her.

After we went and visited the rain forest exhibit, which is indeed a small rain forest habitat complete with flesh eating fish  and humidity, as closing time neared we went back and Lilah was able to produce this gem of a performance, singing “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” with the voice of an “Old Man”.  The crowd that gathered got a kick out if as well as I did, seems some of the spanish kids even recognized the song.  My favorite part, however, is how Lilah snaps her head around at the end expecting, nay demanding, applause from the on-lookers.  (unfortunately Camille had went to the bathroom for the original performance).

Please enjoy:

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Wait until your father gets home

Well Lilah, today marks the first, of what is sure to be many, “wait until your father gets home” incidents.  Upon coming home I found you and mommy in the kitchen and before I could say hi and give you a hug and kiss your mom asked you to “show daddy what you have done”.

So you walked me into our living room to point out the ink scribbles all over the upholstry on the chaise lounge which was only recently assembled and made available for use.  You were so sad and cute in telling me about what you had done and how you understood it to be wrong that it was very tough for me to play my role of the upset father, and I was only able to pull it off for just a few minutes before I gave in and we got out a book to read.

Just so you know your mother was, as yet, unable to get the ink out of the upholstery, and you were denied all forms of marking tools for a awhile, not to mention the fact that you were sent to your room (another first) to think about what you had done, not allowed to come out until said father got home.

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