Horny Gandhi

17 January 2008

Overheard on the T.

Two-Year-OId-Girl:  Are we goin' to Gramma's?
Two-Year-OId-Girl's Mom:  Do you want to go to Grandma's?
Two-Year-OId-Girl:  I wanna live there.
Total Random Stranger:  I bet you do.  I bet yer Gram spoils ya rotten.
Two-Year-OId-Girl's Mom:  Oh, you know she does.
Two-Year-OId-Girl:  I like Gramma better'n Daddy.
Two-Year-OId-Girl's Mom:  Why do you say that?  Your daddy loves you.
Two-Year-OId-Girl:  Daddy yells.
Total Random Stranger:  That's why ya like yer Gram?  'Cuz she don't yell'n she spoils ya rotten?
Two-Year-OId-Girl:  The last time, Gramma said, "Don't yell," and then Daddy said, "Drop dead, Gramma."
Two-Year-OId-Girl's Mom:  I think I'm gonna hafta have a talk with your daddy.
Two-Year-OId-Girl:  I wanna tell you something else.
Two-Year-OId-Girl's Mom:  You can tell me in my ear.
Two-Year-OId-Girl:  I don't wanna tell you no more.

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16 January 2008

Squee!

N:  the night before last, i dreamt of bacon.  and when i say i dreamt of bacon, i mean because i was the bacon, getting cooked.  except it was just me, sweating in bed.  sick sick sick sick sick.
M:  ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!  you are demented.

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15 January 2008

I totally just finished a marathon.

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09 January 2008

Lunch, Day Four

We had to catch an early train to Granada, but we did manage to have that amazing breakfast again.  When we got to Granada we were starving, and our arrival time had us again in that strange Spanish limbo hour where we had to really hustle to find a place that was not only open and serving food, but had available seating.  We tried three different cafés before getting tapas at Bodega Castaneda.

Paella
It used to be that tapas bars gave you a small plate gratis when you sat down, but now it's quite rare.  Not so at Bodega Castaneda, where we got this really tasty paella.

Manchego Cheese
It's literally impossible for me to turn down cheese.

Tortilla Española
When I first visited Spain about a decade ago, I had this amazing tortilla Española in a small bar off of the Plaza Mayor in Madrid.  The flavors of that first tortilla have become truly romanticized in my mind, but this one was excellent.

Migas con Pimientos y Chorizo
More migas, this time with peppers and chorizo.  We're on the road to becoming migasaholics.

Espinaca con Garbanzos
We were really craving some vegetables.  This was simple and good.

Along with the meal, I had a glass of sangría, which was admittedly touristy by wtf, right?  It was really refreshing, and afterward I told K. that I felt pleasantly soporific.  It took me a few tries to get soporific right though.  I think I started out saying Sephora.

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07 January 2008

Day Four, un snack

Gelato de naranja y chocolate
Y'all know I can't resist me some gelato.

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Dinner, Day Three

Right, so not only is it impossible to find a late lunch in Ronda, it's equally difficult to find an affordable meal, except for in Barrio San Francisco, where we had eaten the previous night.  K. and I didn't really feel like crazy money on dinner, but we kinda had to.  I was especially bummed because the meal we had at Albacara Restaurante ended up being remarkably mediocre and insanely salty. 

Migas al estilo Albacara con huevo a baja temperatura
This was actually really good.  Migas with a coddled egg on top, which we mixed into the breadcrumbs.  I was so hungry I forgot to take the photo beforehand, which I felt really guilty about since the egg was really pretty.

Ensalada con queso de cabra a la menta fresca
Keith got this great salad that I'm going to try to recreate at home.  The dressing was kind of a mint vinaigrette, tossed with greens and goat cheese.

Asado de cordero en su jugo
This roasted lamb was indescribably salty.  I realized after poking at it for a bit that some genius in the kitchen had salted the plate.

Presa de ibérico al carbón
Keith's grilled pork shoulder, which he shared with me.  Salty too, but not nearly as salty as my lamb, which tasted as though it had been fished outta la mer.

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05 January 2008

Lunch, Day Three

Pizza at Restaurante El Capricho
When you read about Spaniards taking siestas and shutting places down in the middle of the day, only to reopen at eight in the evening, please don't think it's all some sort of propaganda.  It's the truth, people, and why we ended up eating this truly horrible pizza at Ronda's most touristy tourist trap for lunch.  Honestly.

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04 January 2008

Drunken Bum Mobile!

As many of you know, I tend to live in areas that attract a species known as the Drunken Bum. In my current place of residence, the primary Drunken Bum is named Patsy Screamo. Seriously, that is his name. He has no teeth and I give him my empty Diet Coke cans so that he can buy more booze because I'm a good samaritan and look out for my fellow man.  Following you will find a picture of his favorite shopping cart. Methinks he had one too many and, rather than neatly park the cart in front of his steps per usual, took a juice-induced joy ride into a snowbank. Oopsie!

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Breakfast, Day Three

Breakfast at Alavera de los Baños
Seriously, the best breakfast ever, and what would turn out to be the best breakfast of our trip.  Fresh lemonade, homemade marmalade and raspberry jam, honey, orange bread, croissants and rolls, grapefruit, kiwi, some kind of fantastic melon, jamón ibérico, and two kinds of really amazing cheese.  Oh, and excellent coffee.

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03 January 2008

Dinner, Day Two.

This was our first meal in Ronda, and we wanted to go where the Rondeños go, particularly because there are some truly spectacular tourist traps in this town.  We also decided that we wanted to do a bit of tapeando, but as most of the places we wanted to hit were closed, we ended up just at two.

Bodega San Francisco is more of a traditional Spanish tapas bar, though we sat upstairs in the comedor because the bar itself was absolutely jam-packed with locals of all ages who were yelling at the television screen -- it was Real Madrid versus Málaga Club de Futbol.  The game was on in the comedor as well, but it was far less crowded.

Almocábar is a far more traditional restaurant.  There is a bar as well, but again we decided o sit in the restaurant-proper.  At the adjacent table were a young French couple -- we found out the next day that they were staying at our hotel, who had recommended Almocábar to them.

 Chorizo, Bodega San Francisco
Salty and good.  It's kind of strange to just get a plate of cured meat, but who cares.

 Croquetas Caseras de la Casa, Bodega San Francisco
More croquetas...  These were a whipped chicken and cheese mixture that we dipped in something like mayonnaise.

Muslito de Cangrejo, Bodega San Francisco
Some really great fried crab legs, with more mayonnaise-y stuff. 

Gazpacho, Almocábar
The second gazpacho of the trip...  Far more traditional than Casa Pepe's, but very good.

Almocábar Salad, Almocábar
So this was Keith's salad; we already dying for some vegetables, as pretty much everything we had eaten was fried.  Pine nuts, cottage cheese, greens and a honey-cider vinaigrette.

Avocado Salad, Almocábar
Okay, I ordered this because I like avocados very much and because the menu description was intriguing -- avocado salad with "pink" dressing and prawns.  I have no idea what was in that pink dressing, but I hated it.  And there was way too much of it.

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