I fell hard for Spanish cuisine four years ago when I tagged along on my then-boyfriend’s business trip to Barcelona. While Mr. Foodinista talked bandwidth with the Spaniards, I wandered the streets of El Born, popping into tapas bars and museums, falling in love with the smoky, sweet, sultry flavors—to say nothing of the people, who break at 11 am each day for a coupe of cava. I don’t know why we don’t cook Spanish more often. But last night—because I had snagged the last four bottles of the ’98 Lopez Heredia rosé from my local wine shop and knew exactly with whom to share them—we rolled out the alfombra roja. (That’s red carpet in Spanish, a language I don’t habla but one that is highly google-able.)
I wish I’d taken more pics last night—of HJ’s gorgeous graphic-print dress, of Booth’s flamenco-inspired Louboutins, Dudley’s palest lavender linen shirt or Anne’s hot pink Vivier sandals. But most of all of the food! Particularly of Adam’s homemade churros—dusted in cinnamon sugar—that are to die for. Here are the few pics I did manage to snap and the menu.
Bellota Iberico Lomo + Mahon Cow’s Milk Cheese (above)
Mixed Lettuces with Cherry Tomatoes, Cucumbers, Valdeon Blue Cheese and Sherry Vinaigrette
Fideos with Mussels, Clams and Shrimp (from Mario Batali’s Spain: A Culinary Road Trip)
1998 Lopez Heredia Rosado
Adam’s Churros & Spiced Hot Chocolate
And best of all? Check back tomorrow to find out what ranks as the very best hostess gift I’ve ever received. Ever. Thank you, HJ & Bill!!!