Can you see this lady’s glasses?
Traditional Galician food: boiled octopus seasoned with salt, spicy paprika and olive oil. So so good!
Yesterday we enjoyed a delicious home-cooked lunch by Jose’s mother. This ham leg casually sitting in her kitchen is entirely for her!
Potato salad with tuna, egg, olives, tomato and green beans.
The white asparagus were delicious!
Homemade pickled capsicum. This was my favorite dish! Amazing with bread.
For dessert, fresh cheese with honey and walnuts. Seriously, I can’t even!
The preparations for melon gazpacho. Ingredients include: melon, green tomatoes, cucumber, water, olive oil, some white bread, salt and pepper.
This bakery bakes ham and bread in the same giant oven.
A traditional sweet bread:
These kids are always asking for bread!
Spain has turned me from a wannabe vegan to a full-blown carnivore. I’m afraid there’s no going back.
The most amazing roast vegetable salad. Never tasted anything similar. YUM.
Tuna and capsicum empanada. I asked Jose why the dough is so orange and he explained that the juice from cooking the capsicum and onion filling is added to the empanada dough mixture. Also, that each area of Galicia has their own style of Empanada. This specific one is from here.
For dessert, the sweet bread from earlier and a diabetes inducing ice-cream sandwich cake made from Nutella, margarine and melted chocolate.
As Deli and Andy were departing from Kansai airport, we spent our last day together in Osaka visiting Delaram’s high-school friend and now, my dear dear friend Yuka sensei and her adorable family. We shopped, sight-seed, sight-seed? is that a word? ate Osaka-style okonomiyaki, takoyaki (octopus balls) and kushikatsu (not pictured) and people-watched from the upstairs Starbucks lounge all in Shinsaibashi, Osaka’s main shopping area and thus busiest district.
Turns out Mimasaka ain’t as shit as what I initially thought. Apparently, good old Confucius was right: everything has beauty, but not everyone can see it or something like that. For up in the mountains in Yunogo, there is a little gem of a restaurant called Yukuru Terrace and it’s B.E.A.utiful.
Yukuru terrace is where I’d take my mama (if my mama were in Japan) for lunch. You know what I mean? It’s one of those places. Lunch with a view, free-wifi (if she starts giving you a lecture), an abundance of artsy magazines (probably for the same reason), hot sun shining through the large glass windows and slow slow relaxing (yukkuru) ambiance.
But before you start punching the address in your GPS, there’s a few things left to mention. According to my Japanese friend, they only serve 15 meals per day. After that, it’s only coffee and cake. So, if you want to have one of the two lunch options on offer, you should probably go as early as you can – they open at 11.
Both choices are 1400 yen with an option of adding a tea/coffee and cake for an extra 300.
Of course, we did that because it takes insane self-control to turn down cake and overall, everything was great.
For 1700 we were given a garden salad, sweet potato soup, octopus spaghetti, bread roll, coffee and a slice of apple ricotta cake fit for an anorexic caterpillar – you know, the usual Japanese standard.
Spent a spontaneous day in Osaka today. I ate takoyaki (octopus balls) in a strange rice-cracker burger thing which was delishhhhhhious and later, kushikatsu (deep fried skewers) of mushroom, brie cheese, squid, pumpkin, tomato and onion! Oh my goodness, I reckon if I opened up a kushikatsu restaurant in Christchurch, I’d be a billionaire. Errybody loves fried food, especially on a stick! What do you reckon?!