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Madrid para Comérselo

My friend Iñigo has no sense of direction. I realized that after he got lost even though he had a windshield-mounted GPS that uttered clear directions in a soothing female voice. Janet or Sara or Melinda, whatever her name was, knew where she was going. Iñigo, however, had no idea. On our first wrong turn, Iñigo turned to me and said with a smile, “I’m the worst with directions.”

I thought the fact he admitted that, and still had the confidence to ignore the GPS woman’s instructions, was really quite admirable.

I wasn’t any help either because I didn’t even know what we were looking for. I thought we were going to visit a chicken farm west of Madrid near El Escorial. I got up early on a Saturday and took the Metro over the Iñigo’s place, wondering whether I had made a wise choice of footwear. (I was thinking, rubber boots would have been ideal.) Turns out we were going to a tomato farm on the road to Valencia. Okay then.

I must have thought chickens because I knew Iñigo’s friend Higinio was coming. Continue Reading →

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Tomatoes I Have Known

Not perfect, except when it comes to taste: Tomate Rosa de Huesca. Photo ©Mike Randolph

Whenever my family gets together and the subject of tomatoes comes up, one of us is sure to bring up the tomatoes we all once had in Almería. The Almería tomatoes are something of a legend in my family. We were on vacation there and tucked in for lunch at a place that was more of an old man’s bar than an actual restaurant. It had a few well-used card tables covered in paper tablecloths and metal napkin dispensers, the kind of place where Continue Reading →

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