|APPARENTLY, ALFAJORES ARE NOT ALWAYS COVERED IN CHOCOLATE.|
BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING.
Tuesday, we took the bus to Torrox, a village in the foothills about an hour east of us, to visit with San Geraldo's cousins, Varin and daughter Berit, from Norway (more to come on that). We thought we'd go out to lunch but Vaarin decided we should instead enjoy a meal served on her roof terrace. It was a traditional Norwegian lunch — with a touch of Spain. Sparkling wine for starters. A great assortment for the middle. And persimmons and cherimoya for dessert. I had never before tasted cherimoya. Not a big fan, but it was worth a try. Berit told me they have a competition to see whose cherimoya contains the most seeds. Varin's had 15; Berits, 25; San Geraldo's, 21. I was the big winner with 29 seeds. I asked Berit what I won. "Oh, there's no prize," she said. "But you're the winner."
|SO GOOD. VAARIN JUST THROWS IN WHATEVER SHE HAS AROUND.|
(SO NO RECIPE...)
|POTATOES AND STUFF.|
|EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD IBERIAN HAM.|
|THE REMAINS OF MY CHERIMOYA.|
My mood was kind of low Wednesday morning. So, knowing that a visit with Ana and family at the fruit market is guaranteed to brighten any day, I joined San Geraldo when he went shopping. Ana had fresh cherimoya for sale. We didn't buy any. But I visited with Ana and her son David and I went back home feeling loved and so grateful to know these wonderful people.