Food, food and more food!

Eating isn't the only thing we've been doing in Spain, although it is one of the activities that I'm enjoying the most. Our meals have been events to savor. This weekend was another food extravaganza where we sampled Galician and Valencian dishes in two small towns just outside of Valencia. Our accomplice and menu guide was Luis who we owe more than he knows. Somehow, I don't think we can really repay all he's done for us when he returns to finish his research at UoI. Can a meal at the Philo Tavern really compare with our meal at Mornell in that tiny fishing village? I just don't think so.

I won't go into too much detail about the food except to say that everything was delicious as usual. We sampled different kinds of seafood, salads, a tasty garlic-mayonnaise spread, and paella (of course -and it was on Sunday). This weekend's paella included chicken, rabbit and snails (yes, snails). I tried the snails (caracols) which had the consistency of squid and were pretty tasty. I don't really have a problem with trying different food and was ok with the caracols until I pulled a big one out of its shell and saw its antennae. I was reminded of childhood in Vallejo and trying to dodge the snails and their slime on our front walkway after a rainy day. I discreetly (or not so) passed them on to John.

After our meals, we took a nice drive to the sea and were able to get out and walk on the beach for awhile. The walking is a definite plus for me. I just found out that my LDL is a little elevated. My doctor suggests that I watch my diet. Hmmm...a little easier said than done. Perhaps if I cut out chorizo.

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