Sunday...The day started slowly, like most days here. It was another cold rainy day. This was the source of much disappointment. We had tickets to see the bullfight in the evening. Even though it was not raining by the time the fight was scheduled, it had rained enough over the weekend to make the ground in the arena soggy. And, a bullfighter that can´t move his feet is a dead man.
So we got our money back and bought tickets to go the Sunday that is coming.
The big event on Sunday was la paella. A big party, the centerpiece of which is paella...a rice dish with various seafoods in it. The fun started around 2 in the afternoon. We began setting up tables in the neighbors´garage. Juan pulled out all the sawhorses and all the boards. People started showing up. It was a neighborhood party. There were 8-10 families there by 3:30. Everybody brought something. There were grilled red peppers, anchovies on toothpicks with olives, some other sort of fish, smoked meat (of which I have written already) of both the sausage and sliced varieties, and fried minnows (actually I don´t think they were minnows but they looked like them and I didn´t recognize the name) fried (and eaten) whole.
The paella was cooked in an enormous pan. It was two inches or so deep and a full yard in diameter if it was an inch. It was so big it had its own special gas burner. It came out and everyone st down and began to eat (well began to eat is a little misleading...most of what I mentioned before was gone by this point). When the paella was gone the desserts came out--at least five different types. And everyone sat around and talked. By the time we left it was pushing 10.
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It sure sounds good...but how do they eat all that?? Do they just nibble? Are they overweight??
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Did you ever see the Seinfeld where George's mom makes Paella? And then Jerry's parents refuse to come? Classic.
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