Celeste's maternal instincts seem to have kicked in again. All her piglets have lain about the house wherever she dropped them last, which was some time ago. For whatever reason, she has them on the move again, carrying them one at a time up and down the hall, crooning lullabies as she goes, day and night. Ralph doesn't seem to know what to make of it, and neither do I. Cats are weird.
Tired of peanut butter dinners, I actually cooked last night and made a Spanish Tortilla. Once upon a time, long, long ago, I had a step-mother-in-law (how's that for a mouthful?) who was from Biarritz on the French-Spanish border. She would make the most wonderful paella, and she really expanded my culinary experience. Pilar explained that a Spanish Tortilla was a staple in her home country, eaten hot, cold, or at room temperature, and frequently taken on picnics to go with barbecued meat they would grill onsite.
The tortilla is a simple mixture of potatoes and onions, fried and mashed up during the cooking. Use plenty of salt and pepper, the potatoes can take it. When completely soft and almost a mush, quite a lot of lightly beaten eggs are added and stirred in, then left over low heat until the bottom is lightly browned and the eggs are almost set. Then the tortilla is slid out onto a plate, flipped and back into the pan to brown the other side. It was a most satisfying dinner, and I kept going back for just one more little slice.
It's still dark out (I'm having to get up earlier and earlier) and Celeste is on the move again, her singing muffled by the piglet in her mouth.
Stay safe. Be well.
1 comment:
When my kids were on their "radical sabbatical," Biarritz was their second stop, and they picked it because it is a world-famous surfing spot. I'm not sure how much they surfed, but they really enjoyed it. Your Spanish Tortilla looks like a wonderful appetizer to lead into Cinco de Mayo! Hope you enjoyed "Taco Tuesday!!!"
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