This story was sent by a reader and friend when she read my Sangria post.  Another illustration of how sustanence is meant to be shared, celebrated and unifies us all.

“Sangria, Spain, and My Father

I just had to share with you a terrific memory I have about Sangria, Spain, and my father.  When we lived in Germany, it was a fantastic opportunity to do a ridiculous amount of traveling.  One of our favorite and most memorable trips was a family vacation to Spain.

We spent 6 weeks in Spain with family and Trailer in tow.  This was the 70’s and back then everyone traveled with camper/trailer and set up home in Trailer parks.  It was a great opportunity to meet people from all over the world.  People would sight-see during the day, and gather at the campsite at night, to share their wonderful adventures.  So in Madrid my father learnt how to make Sangria.  It was a very traditional recipe with tons of red wine and just as much fruit.  My father wanted to really encourage people to gather (our place became the camper of destination), so every morning for about 4 days my father would make a fresh batch of Sangria in a large aluminum tub.  He would set it aside, and we would go on our way exploring, anxious to see what treasures we would see. Around 4:00 pm we would return back to the Camp site in preparation for the Gathering.  The tub of Sangria (which had been prepping all day) would appear, as would many other campers, bringing treats and specialties to share, often representative of their own culture.

One thing I fondly recall about the Gathering was the diversity of the people we met.  There were seasoned travelers, with many worldly tales and sage wisdom, and there were also young adventures, with a contagious sense of wonderment.  The language barriers didn’t seem to be an issue. People wanted to communicate with each other.  So at any one time you could hear broken English, fluent Italian, or Spanish, with a little dash of French, and German to complete the mix so much fun.

This explosion of community and eclectic sense of unity all happened because of a traditional recipe of Sangria, Spain, my father, and an aluminum tub.”

Kath’s quote: ““Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.”-MFK Fisher

D and I once drove from Quebec City to Provincetown, Cape Cod, Massachusetts.  Our first night was in Rockport Maine.  We were very excited about our first feed of seafood and chose a restaurant way out on the end of a pier.  The restaurant was an octagon shape like a gazebo and everyone including us, had a view of the sunset. When it was time to order, we were intrigued by what the menu highlighted as their house specialty –crab rolls.  When we inquired with our server what these were, here’s how she described them; “Oh, it’s like a crab salad on a hotdog bun. I don’t know what the big deal is”.  Needless to say, we made another selection.  I don’t remember if we stopped again for seafood along the way, but it wouldn’t have mattered because we were just not tempted to try a crab salad on a hotdog bun.

On one of last days on the Cape, we went whale watching.  It was about noon and we decided to order something for lunch on board.  The selection was poor (a can of tomato soup), so we dashed off the boat, as it was still loading and went to a little stand near the pier.  No-all they have are crab rolls!  We begrudgingly ordered one each.

OH MY GOODNESS!  They were one of the tastiest seafood meals we had on our two week trip.  The crab was so fresh it felt like it would dance in your mouth and the bun was just baked and soft and sweet, but the outside was crusty and chewy.  We thought we had died and gone to sandwich heaven.

Later that afternoon, when we got off the whale watching boat, we went back to the stand and ordered two more for our dinner.  I think we came back the next day for lunch too.  If you work in the hospitality industry…take note.  It may be a boring, old sandwich to you but to a tourist or new customer, it may be their little taste of heaven.

Kath’s quote: “There was an Old Person of Hyde,
Who walked by the shore with his bride,
Till a Crab who came near,
     fill’d their bosoms with fear,
And they said, ‘Would we’d never left Hyde!'”-Edward Lear  (1812-1888)

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This photo was taken on Hidalgo, no where near the restaurant.  But I like the shot because for me it kind of depicts the uniqueness of Isla Mujeres (check out the Sesame Street fabric on the dog).

One of my favourite restaurants on Isla is unique as well, to say the least.  A kind of haphazard decor, irregular service and one of the most basic kitchens I have snuck a peak at -BUT THE FOOD!

Chicken soup sounds pretty basic-it was divine.  The broth was bursting with flavour and the pulled chicken so fresh tasting.

This is empty lot next to the restaurant.  The first time I ate there in 2005 there were chickens living here-now that’s fresh!

Freshness continues to their papas fritas-upon ordering they peel and slice the potato and drop it into a shallow fryer.  The piece de resistance is the wedge of lime that comes with every order.  You’ll never want to eat your fries any way else.

Ophelia’s Chilies Relleno-nuff said.

On this day, my companion and I shared this lunch as we were trying to fit many food destinations into our final days.  I can’t specifically recall the price but I think we each put in the equivalent of $7. and we were stuffed.  We had to walk along the sea wall to wear it off.  Ahh Isla…..

Kath’s quote:

“Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be la isla bonita”- Madonna

I am as predictable as they come.  Friends that sit down with me in a restaurant will know what I am going to order before I do.  If the dish includes artichoke or eggplant-I’m ordering it.

Eggplant is a staple the world over and I have savoured it in Greece, Jerusalem and more recently in Sicily.

On that evening, D was at the grill and when he needed more rosemary for seasoning, he plucked it from the bush (I’m talking 4 1/2 feet high) that grew by our friends’ path.

The veggies were just one part of this amazing meal.

At my recent cocktail birthday party a friend served eggplant dip that she had purchased at the Greek Market.  This was not a baba ganuosh style.  It was hearty and chunky and full of luscious olive oil and tons of garlic.  She served it with cut up pita that had been simply sprinkled with sea salt.  It was so good, that I brought home the left overs and tossed it with pasta to stretch the taste farther.

It is pictured in the background of this photo from the Greek Market site.

Kath’s quote:  “How can people say they don’t eat eggplant when God loves the color and the French love the name? I don’t understand.”- Jeff Smith

Although the St. Norbert Market just outside Winnipeg is officially open, I understand the produce trucks have not moved in as of yet.  The vegetable harvest will be hard to predict this year as the rain is plentiful but the sunshine scarce (or up until now that is).  I intend to go anyway as I love the home baked and home processed goods that the market has to offer.  Just thinking about it, takes me back to our market day in Nice.

Olives in one direction and olives in the other-more varieties than I have ever seen.

Sea salt mixtures-who knew?

I thought honey from clover was the norm-I was wrong.

The most beautiful marzipan-every creation a work of art.  Too beautiful to eat.

Candied fruit of every imagining.

Spices from around the world-this area was mostly curries.  We bought Herbs de Provence in a herb grinder at the next table.

Focaccia.

Varieties of raisins and other dried fruit.

Edible flowers.

A morning to remember forever and always.

Kath’s quote: “The difference of a single day is perceptible. Vegetables can only be tasted in perfection, gathered the same day.”-John Pintard (1759-1844)