Even
though my life in Spain has been rather laid back, by choice, in the
recent years, I have, for no particular reason, kept a die-hard habit
of having an extra special midday meal for Sunday lunch. This also
happens to fit in with the Spanish custom, that the main meal of the
day is lunch not dinner. There's hardly any difference, as the Spanish
are almost as obsessed with food as the Chinese are, & their
dinners are nearly as huge as their lunch; same as the Chinese. The
only significant difference between the Spanish & the Chinese being
that we, the latter, at least the majority, will place food on top of
almost everything else important in life, while the Spanish indulge
mainly at meal times.
I
think I got carried away there a bit. What I was starting to say was,
that I just had a sumptuous meal even though it's not Sunday yet; baked
spiced honeyed chicken (one of my favourites), sautéed baby leeks,
fragrant rice with toasted split almonds, accompanied with a bit more
than 2 glasses of Marques de Carceres, ( one of my favourite red wine ),
2 & a half glasses maybe. All right, more like 3. Well over my
self imposed wine limit of one or maximum 2 per meal, especially on
midday. So, if I make mistakes with spelling, or seem incoherent, it's
not really my fault; the culprit is the wine.
I tend to give in occasionally to sudden impulses, indulging myself doing something I don't normally do. Though, given the opportunity & choice, I would have preferred to indulge in something else other than food and wine. Honest, crossed my heart.
I tend to give in occasionally to sudden impulses, indulging myself doing something I don't normally do. Though, given the opportunity & choice, I would have preferred to indulge in something else other than food and wine. Honest, crossed my heart.
While
living in Hong Kong I once went out to buy a pair of shoes & came
home within an hour with a bunch of keys for a new apartment I just
purchased. No money left to buy shoes! In HK in those days, as long as
you paid cash, or certified cheque, you are given the keys of your new
property on the spot; the formalities were done at the solicitor's days
after while necessary papers were being prepared.
Now where was I? What shall I have for dinner? I need to go & get something nice for tomorrow's Sunday lunch.
I found this Blog still in my Draft Box, written and should have been posted yesterday, but obviously forgotten! Told you. It's the wine's fault, not mine.
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