Lula departs: Vallebregues Chickin Potage.

Lula had onli been in Tarascon for one day befoa she had to return to Horadada. Eddie took her to the railway station, made his farewells with the promise of keeping in touch: typically this did not happen; like many of Eddie's relationships they are founded upon sand., repetitively self inflicted disintegration.
At the time of his visit I was, coincidentally, selling up in the saaf, havin' had enuff of the incescent summer heat, the permanent filth in the town, the constant rotting dilapidation of the buildings, the noisy disfunctional neighbours but, more importantly, I had won a contract to write foa a noo magazine in the Dordogne, a very pretty English place. So, I was faced wiv gettin' shut of of loads of shite that I had accumulated ova the seven years that I had spent daan here.
Eddie and I decided to stand a local 'Vide Grenier' at Vallebregues to unload most of this unwanted gear. Expertly, the trailer was filled wiv everifin that you would find, but not buy, at 'poundstretchers UK'. Having laid out our pitch we were swamped by serial 'flea market' shoppers. The stuff was so cheap we had awlmost sold up by midday. Stuffin' 120 euros in mi pocket I was ready to leave when this handsome young woman strolled by to ask in perfect french "how much is the bicycle?" Eddie commenced wiv the barterin', but as soon as he began to launch his pitch she realised that he was not french but actually hailed from Garswood, Wigan: she then confessed to bein' American, livin' an' workin' in the village. Eddie sold and delivered the bike cheeply; wiv the prospect of further sales in the very near future.

Vallebregues Chickin' Potage avec Tarragon.
This is a fabulous dish usin' cheap cuts of chicken such as thighs an' wings: the cuts that have bones foa extra flavour an' fat! Gentli fry off 100grams of bacon lardons fume creatin' some gawgeous oily fat. Dice the onion, garlic, green haricots, fresh peas, carrot, celery, sweet corn, potato an' torn lettuce (yes, lettuce) then add to the pan. Season, after addin' one pint of good vege stock, simma. Skin daan seal the chickin portions, in a separate pan, until goldin' braan: combine the two pans. Finely cut free spring onions an' a laarge bunch of tarragon to dress the dish. Serve wiv crusty bread an' love. Believe mi this is a cast iron leg opener.

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Farewell Horadada,Ratatouille

After an eventful three weeks Eddie was ready to move on. This time he had a travelling companion. Lula had decided to accompany him on his return journey through Spain, avoiding many of the coastal routes, crossing the frontier at La Jonquera, then due east some 270 kilometres to Tarascon, Bouches de Rhone, befoa beginning his eventual slow trek north. By now, both were very comfortable wiv the relationship, no pressure, relaxed at ease wiv this undemanding, loose arrangement. En route Eddie re-visited the happier places that he had already past through, introducing Lula to his successes yet avoiding the troubled episodes. Even Eddie is smart enuff not to repeat mistakes.
Two weeks later he was knocking on the door of mi Summer residence in Provence. I was busy trying to make sense of mi most recent research regarding the melange of cuisine typical of the Midi region of Fraance. Eddie offered his twist on how this unique blend of plump peppas, succulent juicy fruits, vivid marbled pulses, virgin olive oil, exotic aromatic spices, sweet, dense white fish, abundant shellfish, lean, flavourful Luberon hills lamb; in fact some of the freshest produce in Europe, had created many of the renound dishes of the entire World. His rationale was purely historical. "Every country that bordered the Med wanted a piece; so after endless invasions by the Romans, Turks, Moors, Berbers, Gitanne and Spanish it's no wonder they were left with assorted bits of food culture: because in reality these people never left, they just changed their religion every time the next wave came along". I remarked that this was a naive, simplistic understanding; absolute bollocks, but deep daan I suspectid there was an element of truth.

Midi Ratatouille
This dish exemplifies everfin Midi. First, chop into strips, one green, red, orange and yellow peppas.   Finely chop one green chilli, two sweet red peppas, a full head of garlic, one large spanish onion, 6 plump, skinned, roman tomatoes. 
In a laarge frying pan, add two tablespoonz of olive oil an' gentli sweat the onions, peppas an' garlic wiv a pinch of sawlt an' black peppa. Having earlier prepared an aubergine by slicing, sprinklin' wiv sawlt, at least one hour befoa, pat the slices to remove most of the sawlt to remove the bitterness of the vegetable befoa addin' to the pan. Chop an' add the toms wiv an additional cup of passatta. The stock, must be prepared earlier, using one pint of a good vege based stock, supplemented wiv Worcestershire sawse, Dijon mustard, plus a little cayenne an' one cup of red wine. Simma an' reduce until evrifink is soft. To serve, scatta a big bunch of torn fresh basil; finally sprinkle a generous chunk of gratid Parmigano.
The colours, aroma an' textures are to die foa. This dish is perfect foa a noisy group lunch oa a romantic dinna foa two peeple who have travelled from afar.  

Horadada part deux

 

The 'clams' were just the start of Eddies relationship wiv Lula. Originally from mainland Spain Lula's family had moved to Biarittz during the persecutions of Franco. She had only returned to Torres de la Horadada during the sixties. The old family house was still intact but needed extensive modernisation; so much so she struck a deal wiv a local property developer who flattened the site, built three blocks of 3 story flats giving Lula 'block one' as payment for the plot. Lula awlways needed running repairs on the three apartments; Spanish builders being notorious for stuff not lastin' longer than free months. Shelves, cupboards, doors were continually fallin' off. This is where Eddie excelled. Exchangin' evenin' meals foa 'handyman' work.Needless to say one thing led to annuva an' befoa you noo it Eddie was welcomed to the bed. That's how 3 days became 3 weeks.Eddie was feedin' from 2 troughs.

Temperatures in this part of the world often dictate meal times, particularly in the evening. Usually food is taken well after 10pm; often light by way of nibbles, hors d'oefs, oa tapas. So I shall offer some of these tasty bites as an alternative to proper food.

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Tomato Bread. Lightly toast slices of a large baguette. Mix olive oil, crushed garlic, passatta oa puree an' then spread thinly on the bread.
Albondigas. Spicy meatbawlls. Add a variety of spicy herbs to minced beef an' gentli fry.
Patatas Bravas. These are simply made by roastin' spuds in a chilli tomato paste; then liberally sprinkled wiv black peppa. 
Chipirones. Smaall squid often lightly battered then deep fried. 
Chigalas. There are many variations on this dish. King prawns can be prepared in many different ways. Either steamed oa gentli pan fried in garlic butta, chilli tomato, a la piri piri, with mayo, soya, chutneys an' a variety of dips.
Chorizo. There are a multitude of spicy sausage but often finely sliced an' mixed wiv a dense white fish fillits, such as Bacalao, Merluza, Besuga oa Mero they are very complimentary.
Legumbres. A variety of vegetables are awlways offered. Bite size portions of Coliflor, Esparragos, Chompinones, Pimientos, Judias Verdes, a mixture of cebollos, sliced, pickled oa sweetened wiv shugga.
Alfajores. Foa dessert you can't beat these honey an' almond pastries; they are beautiful, perfect foa the end of a lovely evenin'.


Eddie didn't return to his rig that night.

Torre de la Horadada, Almejos

 

Located just west of Benidorm on the Costa Blanca is the smaall fishing village resort of Torre de la Horadada. Not yet discovered by other European travellers it sill retains it's old fashioned Spanish charm: so much so that Eddie found the perfect spot to locate his rig, on the expansive promenade, close to the harbour. Originally he planned to stay for 3 days but found that he was still enjoying the place after 3 weeks, for several reasons.After the third day the appearance of the Guardia Civil was understandable. Eddie has discovered that it usually prudent to vacate any spot between 2 to 3 days due to local prying eyes as well as the follow up by local plod. But, surprisingly his 'eco' explanation, respecting the environ, causing no harm to anyone actually won the day: so instead of the typical 'move on' sir he was welcomed and often, over following weeks, shared many a cup of coffee wiv the patrolmen. Eddie had found the idyllic 'camp', parked next to the beach where Ollie could safely run free, delightful sunrises, peaceful sunsets. It wasn't long before he noticed a lady who seemed to tread the same path each morning strolling from the village, across the prom to the beach. The morning nod progressed to the odd word, until they found each other kicking along the sandy path in deeper conversation. She was called Lula.

Almejos con riz burra.
Again the generosity of the local fishermen must be admired. Awlways willin' to offer some of their catch to grateful Eddie. Chop one onion plus 3 cloves of garlic an' sweat in a sawsepan. Make a light roux wiv flour then add arf a pint of white wine to create a milky textured sawse. Rip some tarragon leaves to add to the mix; then season gentli: put at one side.
Seal arf a cup of arborial rice wiv vegetable oil, then add one an a arf cups of wawtta an' simma until the the liquid has been absorbed: add a great big, pulsatin' knob of butta to glaze. At the same time pour in one kilo of almejos into the sawse until the shells begin to open. This dish actually serves at least two people. Eddie takes a leaf out of the local 'sampa' mentality and duly offers a portion to Lula as she passes by takin' in her evenin' stroll. The deep purple sunset is awlso shared. 

Barcelona Sausage special

Happy Yule to awl mi followas
Barcelona is a mere 90 kms from Gerona; a simple trundle daan the road foa Eddie an' his ancient rig. He prefers to remain in the hills above the city, anonimous, peacefully blissful amongst the 'garrigues' that surround the city. One day is sufficient to remind himself of the wondrous 'Gaudi' architecture that portrays the signature of the town. Eddie once confessed to me that that the very first time he clocked the 'Sagrada da Familia' he blubbered openly in full view unable to control the emotion of this very sacred place. Not of any religious consequence just purely daan to the majesty of the structure. This reaction did surprise mi: I awlways thought that norvern 'erberts did not possess one jot of sensitivity. I stand corrected. Another reason Edddie ventures into the city apart from re-viisitin' his mate Antonio Gaudi is to collect his box of vegetable goodies from another close friend Pepe who has one of the best stalls in the Boqueria Market just off the Ramblas. Returnin' back to hills Eddie prepares yet annuva simple peasant dish.    

Spanish Powk Sausage an' beanz.

Havin' gathered the generous  box of goodies Eddie's top prize are the spicy powk sausages and the various types of pulses awlso tucked away beneath the usual onions, carrots, celery, peppas, garlic, potatoes. 

Sweat out the chopped onions, garlic, carrots in a liberal dash of olive oil. Add the pre-boiled beanz (use the varieties on offer; haricots, coco, cannelini, bartolli etc....). Pour in one pint of good vege stock. Meanwhile gentli seal the sausage in a smaall fryin' pan. Add to the mix along with two diced potataoes. Place on a lid an' simma foa 45 minits. Serve wiv crusty bread. Look daan on the evenin' lights of the city  as the tears well up thinkin' about the 'Sagrada'. Dependant upon the ambient temperature the stew should last until Eddie reaches the Costa Blanca which he estimates is a few days travel. 

Juia, Paella

 

After exhausting his stay in Southern France Eddie moves over the frontier to the Catalunya region of Spain. The real rugged coastline of the the Costa Brava concludes after the beautiful tiny coastal villages of Reija, Aigua Blava, Sa Tuna, Llafranc and Caella de Parafruguell. these resorts remain undiscovered by the Brits who tended to go further south to the shithole towns of Palamos and Lloret. Thank Gawd for that as these lovely little places have not become tainted wiv fish an' chips, union jack's and Queen Vic pubs. Still, even now, very original, very Spanish.The surroundin' villages from the coast to Gerona have now been slightly overun by the Barcelona glitterati who own weekend village houses, thus keepin' the locals reasonably happy since the price of property reflects this interest: they sell up, more than willing to move to the city exchangin' basic village life foa urban squallor.
In one of these smaaller hamlits cawled 'Juia' lives two of mi best friends Marie Jose and Joachim. I introduced Eddie to them one summer and since then he awlways swings by on his way to the south to visit and enjoy Marie Jose's famous 'Paella'. They live in the old Priest house which they moved to in 1990 having had another large house closer to the centre of the village when they both worked in Barcelona. Recently they have been slowin' daan their work load so that they can spend moa time in 'Juia'. They are tops peeple: I recall once when I had bought a 'banger' in Fraance  which typically blew the head gasket just outside the village. At the drop of a hat they loaded Mi wife  an' I in their big fuck orf Merc van and drove us awl the way back to Tarascon. Anyway I digress; back to the Paella. It's a classic and very Catalan, not the southern puffta Andalucian  variety that usually includes some form of meet.

Marie Jose's Catalan Paella
It is very important to select onli the freshest of fish. Good strong dense white fillets of Dendiche oa Lenguado, large wholesome Langoste, rounded fat Squid. Other ingredients could include clams, mussels and other 'Mariscos'. The choice is yours, and it does depend upon availability that can be sourced at either La Bisbal oa Parafruguell fish market; the best in the region. 
Normally, Marie Jose cooks this dish outside on a make shift 'barbacoa'. When the pan becomes hot she adds 3 large chopped onions, a complete head of garlic to 5 liberal tablespoonz of vegetable oil. When the onions have sweated daan she adds 3 chopped peppas, green, red an' yellow followed by finely sliced choritzo plus dried chilli flakes (quantity depends upon taste but onli a few are required since the sausage contains chilli).
Whilst this has been goin' on Joachim has been producin' the brew that is added later which will cook the rice. In a pan heat 2 pints of fish stock water (preparation of fish stock can be found in mi earlier posts) then add a teaspoon of turmeric and a generous pince of saffron, sawlt an' peppa. Measure and add 2 cups of rice to the onion mix; when thoroughly mixed pour on the fish stock, bring to the boil. It is now very important to get the timing just right: experience is the onli correct answer. As the rice begins to 'turn' take the pan off the heat at the same time addin' the denser fish: as the minuts pass by add the rest of the 'Mariscos' when appropriate. There should still be liquid in the mix. Allow the paella to rest foa 15 minits.
Meanwhile, have annuva few scoops of wine whilst wavin' yoa arms around becawse you ain't got no Spanish an' yoa hosts don't have any queens. Let the food an' the company do the talkin'.