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This is one of those.  One of those times when.....it's not what you think.  

It's not the same as "back home".

Spanish Potato and Onion Omelette

You have the Tomato Bread.  And you have the Seafood Paella.  Now here's the authentic Spanish Potato and Onion Omelette from "Cooking class in Barcelona".

Sangria ~ Anyone?

Anyone have a good recipe for Sangria?   

Seafood Paella

It's Seafood Paella ~ straight from cooking class in Barcelona ~ and it should be delicious!   Just leave out the freaky organs (see post on Cooking School in Barcelona), and I think you'll love it!  

Spanish Traditional Gazpacho

Here it is!   The first of the Barcelona cooking school recipes.  

My tip:  Buy the best tomatoes you can get your hands on!  

Enjoy!

 

Cooking School in Barcelona

We are in Barcelona for a class in Traditional Spanish Dishes.  The menu has contributions from all over the country ~ Catalan Tomato Bread (recipe previously posted), also called  Pa & Tomaquet, from ~ you guessed it ~ from Catalunya.  Gazpacho from Andalucia in southern Spain;  Spanish Omelet, or Tortilla de Patata from central Spain;  and the famous Paella from the Valencia coast.  And my personal favorite, Catalan Creme, which is basically Creme Brulee.  We even get a little geography lesson.


It is our custom to take a cooking class when we travel, and we have learned to love it for several reasons.  


First of all, there is much to be learned about how a culture is defined by it's foods.  We learn what they eat and why.  We learn what has influenced their traditional dishes ~ the climate, the living conditions, etc.  We usually get a chance to go to the local markets for supplies, and we have a guide for these events that can answer our questions.  And we also enjoy the opportunity to rub shoulders with people from all over the world who are in class with us that day.

The most fun, however, is when we take the recipes and the experience home to friends and family.  We host a big international dinner, preparing these same dishes, and simultaneously toss some of our favorite memories of the trip up on the big screen.  All the guests are required to participate in some way (i.e. for Thailand, everyone helped fill the egg rolls and grind the spices for fresh curry; for Italy everyone had a hand in rolling the fresh "picci" noodles, etc.)  If you don't want to get your hands messy, you don't get to eat!

We get a brief introduction at the cooking site.   The facility looks really nice; you can see here that we will each have our own prep station, and there are 2 cook stations that we will work from jointly.

Then we are off to market (on foot).


There are 10 of us in class today, plus the instructor.  One other couple is also from the US; one couple is from Australia; another from Germany; and there are a set of friends from London.


We get a little information before entering the market, including a warning not to get in the way.  Evidently (and this is the first time ever for us, out of dozens of markets all over the globe), tourists are tolerated but not-super-welcome here.   

And sure enough, these are some of the banners that we see on the edge of the town square, with the market at it's center. 





 

I'm intrigued, because, as I said, we've not experienced this anywhere else on the map.   
































I can't help but wonder what has prompted this anti-intrusion attitude and campaign.

It seems the building was previously an old convent of some type ~  in fact, you can see here on the right, that the original outside (white) wall was preserved and retained.   When the decision was made to renovate the building into a bustling marketplace, it was welcomed by some, and resented by others as permanently changing the face of their neighborhood.  

I snapped this picture of the aerial view, after the market renovation (the curvy roofed building in the middle) was completed , which gives me some insight. I'm not sure that I would be able to swallow a pill this big, either.  It certainly explains both the attitude and the signage. 

But I digress.  Back to cooking class........

 As with most local markets, there is a lovely array of fresh-grown fruits & veggies available for purchase.  Farm-to-table is something I've learned a greater appreciation for through our travels.   It's the way most other countries still function, and is refreshingly dissimilar to our standard grow-to-ship food culture in the US.

These are the famous "hanging tomatoes" that we  need for the Catalan Tomato Bread.  They are by far the most expensive of a dozen or more types of tomatoes grown and used here, but are, according to our chef / guide, by far the most flavorful. 

We saw little tomato tee-pees in the country gardens on some of our train trips ~ which is how they "hang" them to grow.  Couldn't really snap a photo when the train was going 300 kph (something like 180mph), though, so you'll have to take my word for it.  Or just "Google" it!
 

Just remember, the tomato bread is only going to be as delicious as your tomatoes are.  This is something you would not want to make during the winter ~ hothouse tomatoes are not going to cut it.


We make our purchases and make our way back to the cooking school. I definitely felt rebuffed at market more than once for being present, for being in the way, for being a "tourist".  Even though we are supporting the local economy and the local growers.......yeah, it's not me who built the blasted market right in the middle of their neighborhood.  One of our group was even scolded soundly for taking a picture when it was clearly posted (in Spanish) "No pictures allowed".   (Personally, I think it just gives her a reason to yell at tourists.)

So here we are,  all ready to go!   Chef Alvaro starts the class by stepping through the directions for each dish, and then assigning each work station their task.  

Because the prawns, mussels, and cuttlefish (a type of squid) are fresh, we get the added demonstration of how to clean and prep the seafood.  

Cuttlefish, or Sepia, has black ink just like squid do.  Hence the gloves, otherwise your hands get dyed black.  Sometimes you'll see black paella made with the ink, but Chef has something else planned for today.  I don't think I'll be repeating this part at home......It's really messy!

 He also demonstrates some basic knife skills.  He's very fast!

The fresh prawns are de-headed and peeled, and all of that fishy goodness gets added to the stock pot for the broth that we are making to use in our paella.

Meanwhile Mr. C & I are completing our assignment, which is to chop and saute the veggies ~ peppers, carrots, and onions.

It's starting to smell really good in here! 

 Next we add the calamari and cook it for just a bit. 
We are having fun.

The stock is coming along nicely, simmering away.
It smells wonderful.

Meanwhile, the Catalan Creme Team is working, too.  This version has a bit of citrus in it, the orange and lemon skins are taking a short swim in the milk with a cinnamon over a low heat.

  

And the Gazpacho Team is also having good results. The fresh veggies are prepped and chunked and are heading into the food processor.  All that's left after that is a dash of vinegar and a little garnishment.













                                         








 The Spanish omelet, which is really potatoes, not so much eggs, is served at any time of day in Spain;  for breakfast or lunch or dinner or tapas; hot or cold.  Very popular.

  Here she is learning how to "turn" the omelet onto a plate before returning it to the pan to finish cooking the other side.  
It's a little tricky.   She's doing a good job.

And back in Paella Land, in goes the tomato sauce. 

And next it's time for Chef Alvaro's "secret ingredient". It's something he saved when he cleaned the Cuttlefish, and it looks  like this:  Can you guess what it is???

It's spleen.  

It's Cuttlefish spleen.   

He scoops and squishes all the spleen goop out of it's Cuttlefish container.   Now before you get all grossed out, just let me tell you something.  I tasted a tiny bit of this goo before it went into my currently beautiful paella.  'Cause a good cook has to know her ingredients.  And it tasted.......well, it tasted just about like it looks and sounds.  Really really really awful.  A vague resemblance to liver or some similar organ. That would be raw, liquid liver.  And it smelled really bad, too.  

And then, per Chef's instructions and against my better judgement, 

I added it to my Paella.

 

The next step is to add the rice and saffron and some of that beautiful broth.  I have really high hopes for all this........

  Chef adds the last of the seafood, the prawns and the mussels, and then finishes it off in the oven.  

The finished product is a work of art!   I can't wait to eat this!

It's time for all the finishing touches.  

We need to torch the Catalon Creme.  

I'm excited to buy one of these gadgets when I get home.

And it's time to dish up the Gazpacho

So now we sit to enjoy the fruits of our labor.  It's a really nice group of people, we've had a fun day together.

Catalan Tomato Bread

Gazpacho soup

Spanish omelet

And our beautiful, nearly inedible Paella.  So sad.  The entire batch tasted like spleen.  So disappointing!

Thank goodness we get to conclude with Catalan Creme!

And so we conclude another 
 International cooking class experience ~ 
thanks Chef Alvaro and BCN Cooking School.

Look for all these recipes on the blog site!

PS:  Here's my recipe tips: The Spanish omelet is in need of some seasoning.  Serious salt & pepper, at the very least. 

 And I recommend that you skip the Cuttlefish spleen in the Paella.

Let's Talk Tapas

We have been in Spain for a couple of weeks now, and I must tell you, I am in love with the whole tapas deal.  Scrumptious little bites, delicious recipes (some of which have been handed down for generations), easy on the wallet, and served up with a healthy portion of social interaction.  We have a pretty hoppin' tapas bar just outside of our hotel here in Seville, and it is overflowing every time of day ~ late morning, early afternoon, late afternoon, early evening, late evening, and late-late-late night.  I absolutely love it, it reminds me of a gigantic dinner party ~ that just goes on & on.

The Spanish people are very social.  Many times they are not hanging out because they are hungry, they are just hanging out to be with people they enjoy.  They linger.  They laugh.  They savor.  They sip a little.  And they laugh and talk some more.  Then they order another little something to share.  It is a very interactive setting.  Then about the time they are thinking about making a departure, another couple shows up and it's "Hola!" and the double kiss on the cheeks, and it starts all over again.

So I read that the term "tapas" actually means "small plate", and it comes from the time when bar-keepers would give you a little plate to set on top of your drink to keep the bugs out.  Then, as competition would warrant, they started to put a little bite of something on the plate, hoping to entice you to return to their establishment as opposed to the guy two doors down, and they did not charge for the food, just for the drinks.

That is no longer the practice, but the true tapas bars are serving 

very inexpensive plates today, usually between 2 and 4 euro each.

And tapas bars have evolved, most are not "bars" as we would think of a bar or tavern back home, but are instead just small (very small) restaurants with a local owner who makes his living by serving up Grandma's rabbit stew (I actually saw this on a menu somewhere!)  and a Spanish omelet (which is mostly potatoes, not mostly eggs).  They are Cafe's and Bistro's and small restaurants, for the most part.  But lest I discourage those of you who are party-ers ~ don't despair ~ there are still tapas bars that are actual bars, who's specialty is alcohol, not the food that accompanies the alcohol. 

I am impressed with the concept from a financial standpoint, too.  Each tapas bar is known for one or two of his best dishes, although they serve something like 10.  (The bigger, more commercialized restaurants can have 3 times that number on their menu.)  These are all made ahead and waiting for you to order, so it's just a matter of dipping into the pot for a serving of the veal stew or slicing off a portion of the pork loin in whiskey sauce (one of my fav's so far!).  Food costs are kept to a minimum, service time is also at a minimum ~ everybody wins!

Here's what a few of favorite our tapas meals have looked like
 ~ in Barcelona ~

Catalan Tomato Bread (See recipe on this blog site under "recipes")

Vegetable Risotto

Grilled baby squid

~And in Cordoba ~

They usually serve bread here ~ which is handy 
for sopping up all the gravy goodness
that is inherent in some of these tapas dishes

Like this one ~ Rabo de Toro ~ Tail of the bull.  
Yup.  It's a new checkmark for me.
Same concept as oxtail stew in Italy.  Equally delicious.

These mushroom croquettes were delicious, too.

And finally, a regional specialty that is potatoes with green peppers, chorizo,and cured ham with a fried egg on top.


~And here in Seville~

Lunch was pork meatballs in a delicious sauce, calamari in tomatoes, and pork cheek in gravy. Yup, that's another new check mark for me.  It's actually pork cheek (I checked!)  Sometimes it's great "peasant food" or "farm cooking", usually served in little clay dishes to keep them warm.

And sometimes, it's very fine dining, each dish is exquisite and unique and quite special, as was this dish ~ scallops over cauliflower puree'.  
We want to go back to have this again!

But, as I stated in the beginning of this post ~ here's what we love most about the tapas deal.  It's the little restaurants spilling into the little cobbled streets, it's the neighbors meeting up for a bite and a drink together, it's the couples hanging out with friends until the wee hours.  We love the social aspect of these little tapas places!

And sometimes it's blocks and blocks of tapa bars ~ everyone enjoying the evening and the food and each other's company.  For those of you who used to attend my dinner parties ~ Spain has made me miss them and all of you!