But a trip to the market doesn’t always imply that you know what you want, you just know that you are in search of the most succulent thing.
As I wandered the market and scoped out the fish, I had questions that needed answering. I wandered back to Manuel. He said, “I know nothing about fish and I don’t trust anyone.” Yet, he offered to go with me. Luckily, we ran into a chef friend of his who gave me advice and told me which vendor to go to. I was pleased, as it was the one I liked the best. Javier—we now know him by name—definitely had the best sword fish for our brocheta. Costly at 20 euro a kilo, but fresh!
Piling into the bus after loading all of our goods, we headed for a seafood lunch at Tito Yayo. I couldn’t possibly tell you where it was, yet we were feet from the sea and ate like rogues. Plates of bocarones, (fried anchovies), grilled octopus, gambas plancha (potato chips with thin slices of jamon on top), pimentos de padron, (3 inch fried-green peppers where every third one is hot!), berenjena con miel (thinly sliced eggplant with honey), and to finish black (squid ink) paella. Yayo was a delight and welcomed us into his exquisite seaside shack open-heartedly. His chef? A Cuban from Bilbao, quite pleased to meet Kim, a chef from California.
To be continued…