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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Profundo
When I first heard Maria Callas singing "Mon Coeur S'Ouvre A Ta Voix" it rendered me to near tears. Although, I didn't have a complete understanding of the lyrics, the emotions that she evoked from within completely caught me off guard.
Passion.
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During the tranquil and restful Christmas holidays, I stumbled upon this awesome video of Bebo and Cigala. Listen, watch and feel - soon you will understand my love affair with Spain.
I had set my alarm for 01h55 01h57 allowing me just minutes to wake up and jump online. The apple glowed in the darkness of the living room, my eyes still full of sleep were forced to stare at the screen while I stretched my nervous fingers like a concert pianist typing student anticipating the countdown of a test.
The frenzy of buyers vying for billetes at ticketmaster.es overloaded the circuits and repeatedly booted me out [insert choice words here], but perseverance paid off after nearly thirty minutes. Confirmation email received at 02h28...we were the lucky owners of three seats to see the opening night of U2's 360° Tour at Camp Nou in Barcelona. To satisfy my curiosity, I logged back on at 05h30...SOLD OUT. I later read that a new Spanish record was made when these concert tickets sold out in 54 minutes!
Woohoo...only three more months until the big night!
June 30, 2009
We had already been in Barcelona for six days when the day of the concert finally arrived. Average temperatures since our arrival were about 35°C + 75% humidity levels = más cerveza, por favor! The box office opened at noon and as you can see in the video, there were thousands of people already queued for the general admission seating and most likely turned up after the clubs closed in the early hours.
It took some time to reach the ticket office from the metro, as Camp Nou is HUGE! Once we walked around to the OTHER side of the stadium, I was most impressed with the efficient system of ticket retrieval - easy access, just enough friendly checkpoint staff, in and out in less than five. Once they were in our hands, it was extremely tempting to sell these tickets for ridiculous sums of money people were willing to pay...so much that we could have paid for our entire holiday with these three little tickets...
At a monetary investment of 34.50€ per ticket (¿why didn't I buy more?) - we were intrigued, but fatigued - the heat may have caused us to make a potentially unwise decision. A meeting of the minds over a tapas and caña was in order.
Supertramp Live in Paris (1979) - Jesee was at this concert and still remembers it vividly; I wanted our daughter to have U2 in Barcelona etched in her memory, so the jury voted...we go.
Bono did not disappoint. We sang, we danced, we screamed along, we drank and dialled and left incomprehensible voicemail messages to friends back home. Woohoo! I picked up the obligatory concert tee on our way out as we queued up for the train back to our flat. Soothed by the nicely chilled metro, we relived the moments of the evening with fellow concert goers. *shiver*
In just a few days, U2 will come to Vancouver for their last date of the 360° Tour in 2009. As I listen to the Camp Nou concert setlist on my iTunes, I ponder...would attending this concert lessen the memory of BCN for me? Clearly, BC Place Stadium is no Camp Nou. That experience was surreal. It was freakin' amazing. It was "Magnificent".
Is it possible to have too much of a good thing? Perhaps after watching the global live webcast of U2 in Pasadena tonight, we will have the answer.
Three eccentric Spaniards all with a common passion to create dramatically visual art which is subjective to the eye of the beholder.
Ferran Adrià, world renowned chef of El Bulli has created much controversy amongst food purists that describe his unparallelled dishes as molecular gastronomy. While this type of experimental fare doesn't really tickle our culinary appetite, there is a morbid curiosity within us to go just for the adventure. With limited reservations (open June to December) accepted only on one single day in October for the following year, I would hope that my U2 ticket buying experience rubs off ;)
In preparation for a recent photo shoot with Martin Krzywinski from Lumondo Photography, I directed Jesee to create some extraordinary pieces for himself and not just something uninspired for the mainstream market. One of the results was this pair of three-dimensional hematite and crystal earrings...a purely unconscious resemblance to Gaudi's avant-garde design of La Sagrada Familia...crazy minds think alike.
Sadly, even with the addition of a second show, we won't be able to catch Joe Jonas and his bros when they come to Vancouver this summer on June 30th. *smirk* Instead, we will be at the kick-off of the U2 360° Tour at Camp Nou in BARCELONA!
I had my alarm set for 1:57 a.m. (9:57 in Spain) Wednesday morning, so that I could log on to Ticketmaster and purchase the concert tickets. It was an exercise in frustration waiting for the system to process my request, much like online Boxing Day shopping at Future Shop. After being booted off the site twice *grrr* and some twenty-eight minutes later...said tickets secured!
I crept back into bed hoping to catch a couple more hours of sleep before facing the daily grind, but the excitement was too great to let my brain settle down. Drifting in and out of consciousness, I dreamt that I was rocking out at the show with Rafa.
Barely awake, I made myself a double espresso and checked for ticket availability again at 5:30 a.m. ...SOLD OUT. *happy dance*
Carmen is a passionate love story of a free-spirited gypsy involved in a fiery romance with both a toreador and a jealous, inexperienced soldier that eventually results in her demise.
Jesee makes no secret of his dislike for the French opera, but as we were able to acquire good seats for a song, he reluctantly obliged. We are far from being experts and as fond as we are of the score, we concluded that Bizet's Carmen lacks the authentic feeling and portrayal of the Spanish joie de vivre. IOHO, had it been written in either Spanish or Italian, it would have felt much less constrained, allowing the lyrics to freely roll off the actors' tongues and thus exercising the power of passion.
The flights for our three-week Spanish holiday are booked and negotiations on a beach front apartment for our stay are nearly finalized. Next on the agenda is the planning of Jesee's 50th birthday and what comes to mind is a great big pig roast at the family hideaway...
Last night we celebrated Rob Bailey's 50th birthday at a private and intimate gathering of twenty-something at Tuscany's on Bowen Island. You can view all the gory details on Rob's blog, where he documents his family's seven month journey from Canada to India in search of real Indian food.
While we envy their impending gastronomic adventure, we're going to dearly miss sharing our joint passions for food and drink where often the mere mention of swine can bring on a mouth orgasm, much like the crown roast of pork prepared by Christophe and Rob did last night. *succulent slurps*
Preparation of the paella was a good dry run for Jesee's upcoming appearance at Tuscany's Feasts for Foodies (una Noche en España) on December 10th . As the guest chef, he will prepare an authentic menu of delectable tapas and paella. Entertainment will be provided by Juan de Marias and Mimbre Flamenco. For reservations to this festive evening, call 604.947.0550.
Should you wish to leave the car at home, try taking the Bowen Island Express, a convenient water taxi service that runs hourly from Granville Island to Bowen Island in 20 minutes.
I'd like to share again, a quote that holds true in our home...
“To be a gourmet you must start early, as you must begin riding early to be a good horseman. You must live in France, your father must have been a gourmet. Nothing in life must interest you but your stomach.”
There were some very mixed reactions around our dinner table tonight when we discussed today's hot topic - a photo of Spain's Olympic basketball team posing with "slanted-eyes" for an advert that was run in Marca, a Spanish daily sports newspaper.
It appears that the media has done their best to get tongues wagging and turn what was meant to be an endearing gesture into a controversial issue...racism. I can only speak from my personal experiences, that while living in Spain, not once was I ever made to feel inferior or unwelcomed. In fact I was greeted with open arms and embraced with warm Spanish hospitality.
During our recent trip back to Mallorca, Jesee's cousin confessed that when he first met me at age ten, he was mesmerized by my "slanted-eyes" and physically gestures this to me when pulling back the skin on the side of his eyes. I did not find this offensive - it was lovable.
I do understand how this image can be misconstrued and it's really all about perspective. Being a first generation Canadian of Chinese parents and married to a Spaniard, we've experienced many cultural misinterpretations. Although it may appear to be in poor taste to some, I do not believe that it was intended to insult the host country. I cannot ignore my heritage; my first reactions of the photo before I even saw it were of disappointment, denial and defensiveness, but I got over that quickly.
I do believe the real crime here is, "Why would anyone think this was a good advertising campaign in the first place?"
Opinions are like colons; everyone has one and they're all full of shit.
We will be in the midst of changing web hosts in the days to come. As a result our site and emails may be down for up to thirty-six hours, so please be patient and check back with us soon.
In the meantime we celebrate Jesee's birthday which also happens to be el encierro at the festival of San Fermín in Pamplona, Spain.
Once again, we were occupied with the Bowen Summer Market and didn't have a chance to watch the match live, but caught a glimpse of what we missed. T'estim Rafa! Larga vida al rey!
Spain's Euro 2008 victory on Sunday was somewhat anti-climactic for us - being that it was the official start of the Bowen Summer Market we were unable to watch the game in its entirety on The Drive (the ONLY place to watch a football match involving a Mediterranean team).
Nonetheless, we are elated and accept all the congratulatory messages we have been receiving. We're sure that our friends and family back in Mallorca have celebrated enough our our behalf and then some. Olé!
This morning I was flipping through drooling over a Mallorcan cookbook that we had brought back from Spain when I came across the recipe for sardines frites.
Luckily, today was the annual Hats Off Day celebration in Burnaby Heights and once again, the Fortuna Bakery was cooking up grilled sardines - a Portuguese specialty.
Everywhere you turned, there was food and music for everyone. This charming eighty-six years young man entertained us on the accordion with his golden fingers all afternoon.
We didn't actually get to polka, but could not help but chime in when he played "Qué Será, Será".
Let us not forget that today was the kick-off of Euro 2008 and Portugal beat Turkey 2 to 1!
*A big screen TV at the back of the bakery kept us all informed!
Like the troopers that we are, Karli and I happily supported the team spirit with makeshift sangrias made with Sumol :)
The fertile land and warm, sunny Mediterranean climate definitely makes everything in Spain taste better. Eating in Spain is a social experience that is the nucleus of Spanish culture. Coming back to Vancouver was a bit of a culinary let-down, as impromptu gatherings with family and friends are not so easy when you don't live in a small town like Sóller.
Here are blurbs of some very memorable foods we enjoyed and very much miss.
An unbelievably yummy cup of café con leche is available at every bar/cafe for only 1.25€. No need to queue or ramble some lengthy description to a perky barista only to receive a mediocre beverage. Just good, honest coffee.
Ensaimadas are a traditional Mallorcan pastry that is often imitated, but never duplicated. This delectable sweet is worth the price of the plane ticket to get there!
The endless assortment of olives and cured hams from the local market can make a grown man cry of happiness. Tease him with patatas bravas baked in duck fat and that will send him over the edge.
Cocas are a Mallorcan pizza that are often served as appetizers or snacks. It is similar to their French cousin, la pissaladière.
I could not eat enough figs during our stay. Always keeping an eye out for a fig tree, my brother-in-law taught me that the best tasting figs are the ones that you steal. I got use to his little disappearances during our strolls :o)
It is without a doubt that the flan (also known as crème caramel) is the quintessential comfort food. You can keep your Ben & Jerry's cuz I've got flan - and none of that store-bought kind either.
Our timing couldn't be more perfect as we head off to sunny Mallorca, Spain, far away from this dreadfully cold and rainy BC weather - which is here to stay for the next six months! *sigh*
Without a doubt, the return of prodigal son will enlist compulsory celebrations with much food and drink including that from the bodega of José L. Ferrer where, "In vino veritas, the truth is found in wine."
We'll also be scouring the local markets in hopes of finding vintage crystals for our holiday collection. Our designs using these unique and precious beads have proven to be bestsellers year after year.
A trip to the Baleares would not be complete without a boat ride to the island of Ibiza, most famously known for it's non-stop parties. Even if the summer season is over, it will be quite the trip returning to the scene of the crime, where Jesee was one of the first DJ's spinning there some thirty years ago!
Much to see, much to do and there isn't enough time for it all, but I must make time to stalk run into hunky tennis pro Rafael Nadal. It's no secret that I have a HUGE crush on him and this would really complete my trip ;o)
I do not anticipate keeping up with the blog during our holiday, but one never knows, so hasta la vista...
The weather in Harrison Hot Springs this past weekend was almost too good to be true. After a pitiful summer of rain and as fall approaches us, the weather gods were truly feeling generous.
It was our first weekend off now that the Bowen Market is finished for the season. Lazy and relaxing...aahhh.
Practically a permanent summer fixture on Bowen Island, we may participate in the Harrison Festival next summer, just to mix things up a bit. There was no denying the crowds of tourists roaming through the town, especially with the sand sculpture competition in full swing.
Of course the hunky matador caught my eye...a little taste of our upcoming trip to Spain at the end of the month. *grinning*
Just a few days earlier, we were patriotically waving our flag for Canada Day and last night we proudly waved the Spanish flag at the FIFA U-20 World Cup. As Spain triumphed at their 2-1 victory over Zambia, we partook in the cultural experience of drinking beer from plastic cups, boisterous chanting and friendly insults..."Too much muscle, not enough brains!"
Luckily, our complimentary seats were located in the covered grandstand on the west side of the field, protecting our eyes from the brilliant sol of this week's magnificent hot spell. It made for an awesome time, even with the endless queues for the porta-potty (it only takes one beer) and Tom Thumb mini-donuts.
The FIFA souvenir tents were mobbed with fans despite the over-inflated prices of official gear. I don't know how times I overheard parent's telling their children that they were not going to spend ten bucks on a dinky little soccer ball key ring!
Having said that, we still spent sixty beans on a slinky red jersey that sported a saffron graphic of a charging bull! *grinning*
We are three-quarters of the way through "Bike Month" and it has been absolutely fantastic riding in a peloton through the streets of Vancouver. It isn't quite critical mass, but the feeling of sharing the roadways with my pedal-power compadres is glorious! I often feel much like Dennis Christopher in Breaking Away, when I pedal my heart out on my mountain bike in order to keep up with the roadies.
We recently received an email from our friend Danika Schroeter, whom we helped organize a fundraiser for last April. Danika is a downhill racer and when we first met, she mentioned that she was going to race in the UCI World Cup in Vigo, Spain. We didn't know her from Adam, but we really dug her vibe and volunteered to help her raise funds for her trip by organizing a Spanish fiesta.
Danika is currently promoting a Women's MTB Getaway Camp situated in the beautiful and historic mountain town of New Denver, BC. Sponsored by Endless Biking, it takes place over the BC Day long weekend and includes professional instruction, trail rides, photo/video analysis, bike maintenance workshops, all meals and an on call massage therapist! After a long day of fun and sun, one can cool off with a swim in the pristine Slocan Lake.
Last bike bit to note is a Cycling Sample Sale that takes place in East Van tomorrow. I haven't a clue what to expect, but any opportunity for a sweet deal on gear is worth checking out!
We recently received an email from our dear friend, Mat in Switzerland, who reminisced about his sojourn in Vancouver. During Mat's stay with us we had some great times, but one of the most memorable would be of a time where eight of us broke bread together over a fourteen course Mediterranean potluck dinner that began at seven in the evening with the last morsel consumed sometime after two o'clock in the morning!
The Spanish in Jesee must have escaped him because he clearly didn't serve us tapas, which was what everyone expected (according to the menu). The seven dishes that he had prepared (some up to a week in advance) were of epic portions and by the end of the evening we felt much like French geese days before the big slaughter.
Although there was also much wine consumed, it was impossible to feel more than a light buzz with our tummies bursting at the seams. If memory serves me right, we went into hibernation later that morning.
Tapas and Wine Tasting Chez Mongeot
On Saturday, the twelfth of January Two thousand and two
Tapenade moroccan olives, extra virgin olive oil crostini Vino de Jerez, Spain
Ensalada Morisca à la Jesee finely diced tomatoes, sweet onions, radishes, carrots, cucumbers, italian parsley, mint, lemon & olive oil dressing
Chorizo con Preves Torrads chorizo sausage, grilled red peppers, roasted potatoes, saffron aoli Sangria
Gambas al Ajillo sautéed jumbo shrimp, garlic and more garlic Casal Garcia Vinho Verde, Portugal
Ceviche scallops, prawns, squid, catch of the day, jalapeño peppers, sweet onions, citrus marinade Freixenet Cava, Spain
Tripa de Res spicy stew of beef tripe, fresh bacon, bay leaves, saffron sofraguit Mongeot Rioja 2000
Lombo Assado roasted pork loin, pimento sauce Cabernet Franc 1999, Calona Artist Series, BC
Lengua de Cerdo con al Caparras slow-cooked pork tongue, caper sauce Undurraga Cabernet Sauvignon 2000, Chile
Eggplant Parmigiana classic Italian served with herbed polenta Ecco Domani 1999 Merlot, Italy
Polvo à Terceirence tender octopus, tomato and beer reduction Peju Chardonnay, Napa Valley
Moelas Refogadas braised chicken gizzards Portuguese style Quinta du Cachão 1999, Portugal
Baked Stuffed Apples Taylor’s Fladgate Reserve Port, Portugal
French Brie with Fresh Fruit served with vanilla yogurt sauce Madeira, Portugal
Sorbetto del Limone Segura Viudas Brut Reserva Cava, Spain
Last week, after a visit with Nick, we enjoyed a most flavourful and inexpensive roast lamb dinner at Minerva's at 3207 West Broadway. The unusually warm evening warranted dinner on the patio, where we sat next to the owner, Mike Georgiopoulos and his buddy Nick. It wasn't long before Jesee and the guys were exchanging dirty sheep jokes over a cup of Greek coffee (the kind that put hairs on your chest) and baklava. I guess some Mediterranean traditions never die?
Be sure to stop by their booth during Greek Day on June 25th and sample the traditions for yourself!
Pancho and Sal joined us for a quick bite before we ventured next door together to the Chai Gallery for an evening of flamenco. They introduced us to their friends Juan de Marias and Luis Gutierrez, the guitarists/vocals. It was impressive watching them jam together as we sat back and allowed our souls to feel the sol emitting from their inspiring sounds.
One would never have known that bailadoraEdie Orenstein is not a native of Spain, as she has captured the essence of flamenco and expressed it with such heartfelt passion that it left us in complete awe. We could feel Edie's every emotion as her feet stomped along with the rhythmic beats of the cajón, the palmas and guitars. Olé!
Karen Pitkethly is the face plastered around town on the España Living billboards. While watching Karen perform her art, do not let her lily-white ballerina body fool you. This talented and professionally trained bailadora can seduce and hypnotize you with the castañetas all in one go!
Get your dose of flamenco at the Chai Gallery or the Kino Cafe located at 3456 Cambie Street. For more information about flamenco in Vancouver, visit Centro Flamenco for details.
Danika Schroeter, currently Canada’s top female downhill mountain bike racer is heading to Vigo, Spain to compete in the World Cup competition at the end of this month.
It was only a short time ago that we met Danika and heard about her upcoming trip to Vigo, the largest European fishing port located in the northwest of Spain. We were so inspired by her desire to break into the international circuit, that we proposed our culinary services for her benefit to help fund her travelling expenses.
Of course we are presenting a Spanish menu which will include the most authentically spiced chorizos we've found outside of España (thanks to a sweet deal from Schneider Foods), gambas al ajillo and an array of delectable tapas complimented with Jesee's famous sangría.
Come join us for an evening of comida de Dioses, flamenco, door prizes and a silent auction, which of course includes goddess jewelry from Izzy and Buds. Meet fellow riders, other foodies and a community of supporters to benefit Danika Schroeter's journey to international acclaim.
Tickets are $25.00 and available from Izzy & Buds or Danika Schroeter. Limited tickets available at the door.
For those who are unable to attend (you don't know what you're missing), donations via PayPal are graciously accepted. Please email Danika for details.
Today we bid a sad farewell to Sra. Maria who passed away suddenly earlier this week. As we grieved amongst a church full of mourners and the chanteuse sweetly sang Ave Maria, I was vividly replaying the last time we spoke. Her infectious smile is forever ingrained within me and I sob no more.
After the service we headed for Stella's on the Drive (previously known as Santos Tapas - another much mourned Portuguese icon) with some friends, where we enjoyed a very tasty chorizo dog served with caramelized onions, lightly drizzled with mustard and mayo along with a side of frites and citrus aioli.
So here's the thing...one would never find a chorizo in Spain served with mustard and mayo or call a citrus infused mayonnaise an aioli if it didn't have garlic as a main ingredient. Having said this, the eats were dee-lish and the service primo, so Stell-aaahhh, you're forgiven for your clever twists on Spanish classics.
Always impressive is the 10-Step Belgian beer serving ritual of Stella Artois, the restaurant's namesake. A seat at the bar is highly recommended if you haven't had the honour of this lip-smacking beer served "just so" - in a Stella Artois Chalice Glass with a three centimeter head and at three degrees Celsius. Even in the dead of winter, this Belgian star warms the heart.
Speaking of Belgians...I must relay one of Jesee's childhood stories about a Belgian family who vacationed regularly in Mallorca. His father, Francisco was famous throughout the town of Soller for his caracoles, and invited his newfound friends home for a tasty delicacy of snails. Madame was so zealous for this dish that she insisted on the recipe, which the late Francisco happily obliged.
Upon seeing them again a short time later, Francisco inquired of the success of her caracoles. Madame replied, "I followed your recipe as you instructed, but it did not taste the same, as the snails that I used did not have houses."
This weekend we viewed an incredible documentary called Cycling the Pacific Ring of Fire Part 2 presented by Pedal Magazine and MEC Stores. It's the story of a Canadian couple's mountain bike journey of the Pacific Rim on a quest to capture the spectacular sights of volcanoes.
Engrossed by the amazing photos and stories behind them, we left the viewing with only one thought in mind...when is it our turn? During the summer on Bowen Island, we met many Spanish visitors who encouraged us to go back to Spain believing that our jewelry would be a smashing success there.
Repeated conversations of returning to France and Spain for a sojourn are on the table once again. How about cycling from Montpellier or Lyon through the vignes in the South of France and over the Pyrénées to Catalonia and onward to Barcelona?
Dare we leave this paradise we call home? Not before we headed out to Kitsilano to indulge in some churros and chocolate calienteto give us more food for thought!
Nick from The Barber Shop encouraged us to join in on the Greek Day festivities of feasting, dancing and music. We grazed on all sorts of Greek fare including baklava and cheered Nick on as he spun and leapt effortlessly around the stage while performing a traditional Greek folk dance. Opa! I now understand how he mastered his finesse to spin around the barber chair with his clippers.
As we were walking through the horde of people, we noticed a shop selling churros, a delectable Spanish donut. The queue at Churrolicious was all the way out the door, but we decided to give it a whirl anyway. It was well worth the 30 minute wait because Jesee was euphoric with childhood memories of Mallorca as he bit into this delicious sugar-coated donut. Crispy on the outside, moist on the inside and best of all, it wasn't greasy! The recipe and the machine come directly from Spain, hence its authentic flavour, texture and appearance.
Undoubtedly, this cozy little shop attracts many Spanish and South American ex-pats looking for a taste of home. An afternoon of Mediterranean culture for less than twenty Euro!
*Note: This is NOT to be compared with the less than adequate versions found in Disneyland.
Rafael Nadal, tennis icon from Mallorca claimed the French Open Men's Singles Championship title today. It was a day of national pride to see this barely 19-year-old work his magic on the clay courts of Roland Garros in his ultrahip Nike gear.
Hours of nail-biting excitement ended in an emotional moment as the Spanish national anthem played and King Juan Carlos looked on. Very cool indeed.
Keep your eyes out for Izzy & Buds interpretation of the "tennis bracelet" available this summer.
We spent the weekend at Bowen Island visiting some good friends and just HAD to find out if all the buzz about Harrison Ford were true. Did he or did he NOT buy a house on the waterfront for thirteen million dollars? Our doubts were dispelled, as we were informed by reliable sources that it was a fabrication. This is also true of the farfetched story that he in fact bought the whole island and is giving the residents of Bowen until December to move off!
Since there was no sign of this hunky actor or his "petite" lady friend at any of the Bowen hot spots, we moved on in search of adventure. Bikes and gear in tote, we enjoyed a beautiful ride in and about Crippen Regional Park. The glowing sunshine peeking though the trees in the forrest was just a bonus to this incredibly breathtaking island, as we would have gladly accepted the rain all the same. Pungent smells of skunk cabbage contrasted by scents of pine trees and Spanish moss aroused our olfactory senses. By the end of our ride, we were grinning with exhilaration and continued on to The Snug for un café and une pâtisserie.
Now, on to the real reason we journeyed to Bowen...to cook a paella! Doesn't this photo make you lick your chops? Jesee's paella is quite the crowd pleaser and he comes from a family of paella competion winners that included both his father and younger brother back in Mallorca.
Preparing this meal was not without incident. The "chef" managed to cut his hand with a slip of the knife and it was not a pretty sight. It was serious enough that it warranted suturing, so off we went back into town to find a medic to sew him up. Being that it was the weekend and a small town, it was a little more challenging. After much running around, we finally were able to find the good doctor on call with the help of the pharmacist. As it turned out, Dr. Ocana is a fellow Spaniard and mountain biker, so of course we were in good hands! A severed artery explained the gushing fountain of blood, but I wasn't going to be a widow just yet. A few stitches later, we were out of the office and sped along the rolling hills back to the other side of the island to resume the prep of this national Spanish dish. My dear, Harrison, it's too bad you weren't around because the paella was fantástica! A note to our loyal clients...
tormented and tired from being in the shadows of the yam, the sweet potato decisively revolted and took control of its identity.
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