Sunday, October 4, 2009

harvest

Just like spring is a season of colors, fall is all about smells and tastes. For those of you like myself whose lives already revolve around food, fall is perfect. And since I never got to experience this season growing up in a swamp, there isn't a crunchy leaf I leave untrod.

In Antwerp, I like fall because the cozy pubs finally fit in with the nasty weather (it was annoyingly perfect all summer). Because of the wind, rain and cold, Petra and I have declared winter already here and have started making hot wine for ourselves. More importantly, we buy bushels of exotic (at least to me) fruit at the weekend market...plums, dates, pomegranates, figs, and these giant Belgian nuts that I think are some kind of pecans. Not only that, I have eaten at least two proper steaks in the past week.

Other than eating as usual here, I was lucky enough to spend some time of the turn of season in Madrid, which this time of year is not as tropical as you might expect. But it is definitely more awesome than you might expect - thanks mostly to the company. But you know me - I'm going to talk about the food.

One distinctive taste of Madrid was that of Andres' dinosaur cookies (best when dipped into coffee). I hadn't tasted them since my childhood. Although I'm pretty sure it's a different brand in Spain, they are still the Best. Cookies. Ever. I was sad to learn that apparently in the US they are apparently now extinct!

My taste buds also remember the never ending plates of finger food - sausages, salami, cheese, croquettes and mini-hot dogs - from the standing only, working-class bar in the outskirts of the city. The amazing thing about this place was that if you buy a beer, the food is completely free. And it just keeps comin'. The catch? There wasn't one.

Andres told me that the owners were four childhood friends (now about 60) who had worked every day in shifts for the last twenty years as barmen together. Any time any one of them got a tip, a cheer went up from the crowd, the barman rang a bell and a stuffed parakeet started chirping. The mood was so loud and frenetic that I forgot to stop eating and gave myself a stomachache. Maybe that was the catch...

OK, I'm off now because...um. This post is making me kinda hungry.

4 comments:

Tim said...

What I wouldn't give to live in Florida now, because of what you call 'nasty weather'. We have the same sort of cookies btw, tho licensed to LU. That's probably the brand you ate in Madrid anyway. Like you hadn't figured out already. Stop typing.

katy said...

Timothy dear, when you say stop typing, are you talking to yourself or to me?

And it's going to be 32 degrees with 80 percent humidity in the homeland today. I'll take Belgium...

Fonchy said...

hope u can try chirimoya, granadilla, kiwi and more exotic food here :P now i'll get some cookies :D

Tim said...

I'd still take Florida. My feet are freezing. 'Stop typing' was to convince myself to do just so, not to criticize your blog in any way. You know we love !t