……… I was Thinking…..

One of the things I have not said about Spain is that they also have really good affordable Hash, (aka Costo, Chocolate, Petas, Porros.and so on) and just right now I indulged myself with just a puff (or two)…. so it took me to this Thing:

There is $$$$$ to make in Spain, with food. Many people think really? In Spain? Food? But they have one of the best cuisines in the world…and that my friend is TRUE.

Now, I am talking about World Cuisine, although I am a Contemporary Japanese Style food trained Chef, I have the opportunity to live in one of the most eclectic cities of the world: San Francisco, Motherfucking California.

And there are sooo many food shacks…. you name it, you have it, in a 7 by 7 mile city. Vietnamese, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, French and Italian, Tapas (which by the way in San Francisco all pretty much suck)…. blah, blah….. all within a couple city blocks.

And now that I am here and I don’t have that stuff, I just make it myself at home. And again, you name it…… Vietnamese, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, French, Italian…. and Tapas (which by the way here they DO NOT suck) je, jeje….

So my point is that here, although Asian food is growing in big cities, they don’t do it well period. Lack of know how, lack of flavor, just lack and still no luck….. and they just put a fancy “Comidas Asiaticas” sign at the door….. fancy words in the menu that serves Pad-thai and gives you crappy pasta….Shit !! I pay 6.95 usd for a huge bowl at King of Thai and that one is not even the best. If I open just a small Taqueria with good food…. you know, just one of those places that every Hood in SF has, Burrito, Tacos, Quesadillas, Tostadas…. and the all-mighty salsa.

I am Spanish, but let me tell you something (whoever is reading). The cooks that have worked with me for the past 10 years, 70% of my employees are mostly Mexicans (that’s how it works in SF) and they cook “staff meal” or what we call family meal, and that food that they cook is what their moms cooked back home in Mexico, And of course, it will be silly of me NOT to learn from them…… so I did, and watched, and did not talk, just saw my guys from Yucatan Peninsula cracking authentic Mexican food in 2 hours for over 50 people everyday. So yeah, I fucking learned!! I know how to cook that stuff. And I do it good. I cook for them, yep, yep…. reverse Engineer!! And they say: “No esta mal por ser Espagnol” which means “Not bad for being a Spaniard” which in reality…. given the MACHO attitude Mexicans have…. means: “DAMN That Shit is good!” Or at least that’s what I’d like to think. Maybe they just say it because I am their boss…. whatever the case, I know my carnitas people.

And that is just Mexican. True authentic Japanese in a big city….. don’t even wanna know how well a business that will be. Spanish people love Food, They eat all day, 3 to 4 meals a day….. not counting the food at the bars, because that is a given. They know how to appreciate good food, different food. To me, the best food critic is my friends and family and if you put a shack or a fancy restaurant that is different and you know what you are doing, they will go.

My First 3 Days in Spain

Got to Spain three days ago, I’m already 100% adjusted of jet lag as of this morning. Might have something to do with the never ending supply of beer and wine and food, haven’t stopped since I got off the plane, but I think it’s really because of the sound healing sessions I’ve been giving. Armando’s family is really intense but super nice. His mom Maria keeps kissing me and feeding me ham. His dad Pedro likes to teach me Spanish vocabulary centering around food items, and he reminds me of my grandpa for some odd reason. Armando’s uncle Jose drove Maria and Armando to the airport to pick me up. As one of my carry on luggage (the most valuable one with my cyma and a load of cash) mistakenly got on a flight from London to Madrid that departed two hours later than when I departed, everyone waited with me at the airport until I found my luggage.

The first breakfast I had here was porras and churros with a thick hot chocolate. Churros and porras are both crunchy fried dough, one is a fat long stick and the latter a skinny stick bent into a half figure eight, tear-drop shaped if you will. I probably ate 2 pounds of jamon by myself in the first 48 hours of arriving here. The best ham is made with a black pig that has a strict diet of only acorn nuts, and ham made from these guys is called pata negra. It is just the most delicious thing in the whole entire world. You won’t stop eating it when I bring you some.

Maria cooked up a feast yesterday: Fidegua (imagine paella with pasta instead of rice), bacalau a-pil-pil (salted black cod cooked with garlic and olive oil), mejillones (mussels with peppers, olives and onions), pulpo (the most tender octopus with paprika),  lacon (boiled serrano ham), and cold cuts (manchego cheese, salchichon, lomo and jamon). For some odd reason the custom is to stop by a bar where you order a mini glass of beer and they give you small plates for free. So, prior to Maria’s feast we went and had oreja (pig ears), morro (cow’s face), and tortilla espagnola.

For Armand and I who have been mostly vegetarians for the last two years, all this delicious food started to feel like poison to our bodies. So, we happily decided to be salad-chomping strict herbivores for today and I hope tomorrow as well.

I don’t mean to sound like a pig by describing to you my trip in terms of food, but that is really what this country is centered around, followed closely by family and friends. I guess I’m here to work on my relationships with other people.

That’s all for now, we don’t have internet set up at the house yet, so I must keep this short. Tomorrow we will go to the Prado Museum in Madrid, can’t wait to see Hieronymus Bosch!!

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