Córdoba: The First City of Religious Acceptance and you didn't even know it, did you?

From a state of vagabonderysleeping on couches, sleeping bagged-nights, working for daily rations, and hardly knowing where our next stop would bewe were swept up by angels into a life that resembled what I seem to recall real vacations are supposed to be like. Prearranged train tickets, hotel rooms, reserved dinners...that was life for a short while.
Something about seeing this huge baby head in Madrid let us know that it was time to take a group picture...John's dad, mom, grandma, sister, and brother-in-law, hoorah!
As I sit here on a bed in Madrid in a tiny room with dimensions, literally, of about 7x7, I look at John and wonder if it was all a dream.

Most people assume that this trip we embarked on nearly a year ago has all been a big vacation, and I can't deny that it's certainly been easier than a nine-five in an office, but moving around every couple of weeks can be exhausting in its own right. Rootless and filled with uncertainty. I see (but barely) how a "real" job has its merits.

And so in came the Amorys with their boundless reserve of generosity, lifting John and me into a world where things were planned, life was consistent, and ah, living was easy.

Whirlwind that it was, I found myself "off-duty" much of the time, just soaking things in, letting them float through me as I was lead through some of Southern Spain's most beautiful towns.
Looking toward the Fortress of the Catholic Kings (La Alcazar de los Reyes Catolicos) in Córdoba
Our last southern Spanish sojourn, after lively Granada and austere Ronda, was Córdoba, a townthe locals will explainthat is the birthplace of harmony between three of the world's major religions: Christianity, Judaism  and Islam. Considering that Córdoba has probably been off the radar for most of you, you'll be surprised the learn that in the 10th century, it was the most populous city in the world, and not only that, it was one of the biggest intellectual hubs of its time.
Entering La Mezquita, the great Mosque and Cathedral of Córdoba
Geographically impressive is the additional fact that the city was under Islamic rule at the time, a sovereign that was notably tolerant toward the local Jews and Christians. The evidence is everywhere, from the still-intact Jewish quarter, to the huge mosque in the middle of town, and then to the adjacent Fortress of the Catholic Kings.
Looking in upon a quaint street in the Jewish Quarter
Some Christian relics under traditional Islamic architecture
The gardens of La Alcazar de los Reyes Catolicos
Ol' Chris Columbus talking to the King and Queen about getting some money for you know what...
Now for a history lesson: The mosque I just mentioned is kind of a big deal.

Although the building was begun in 600 AD as a Christian church, it was purchased by an Islamic prince in 784 AD and then underwent about 200 years of construction to reach completion as a mosque. An architectural marvel in its own right, it gains further renown because when the Christians decided to usurp Muslim power in 1236 during King Ferdinand's efforts at that tireless Reconquista, rather than tear down the mosque, they simply decided to build a cathedral directly within it. Why waste a good foundation?
The Baroque organ and altar in the midst of the mosque
And while we love to view the dual-construction these days in the more subtle light of "mutual religious respect," it's really just a phenomenally beautiful and inspiring relic of Christian oppression (but hey history, what's new?).
Viewing the Catholic altar through the surrounding Islamic architecture.
That cherub wants nothingto do with the grinning lion. What's he doing in a church anyway?
The thing is, I could fill this post up with pictures, but for the sake of minimized uploading, let's just head over the the Chowgypsy Facebook Album, shall we?
Endless peppermint arches within the great mosque....a final picture to send you on your way to Chowgypsy Facebook

In a few days we're headed to La Catedral de Justo just outside of Madrid to do some volunteer construction work and get some fresh air away from the city, stay tuned!

Ronda: the Town with a Bridge that's Kind of a Big Deal

We arrived to Ronda after bittersweet goodbyes with the tapas world of Granada and one of the best dinners I've ever had
Ronda hasn't learned how to socialize very well with others. 
Nobody thinks to go to Ronda, do they?

Let's take a moment to reconsider.
Ta-Da! A view of Puente Nuevo looking up toward the edge of the city. Apparently the small enclosed area that you can see at the top center of the bridge was used as a prison during war time. Slightly intimidating?
Driving through with veiled eyes, one might mistake Ronda for a town like any other: cute restaurants, a small village with tourist shops, cured pork legs abounding in all shop windows (honestly, even gas stations have whole cured pork legs on display in Spain).
Looking at Puente Viejo ,the bridge that preceded the one on which we stood, and now looked forlornly on at all the lost foot traffic that forsake it for the new guy.
John and I thought we could find wild asparagus, so we took an absurdly long hike in its pursuit, but got a nice view of the city from afar in the process.
Not only could you pass through the town without realizing why it's so special, you could even pass right over the thing that makes it so amazing and, if you were looking down at your smart phone, you still might miss it.
Overlooking the Guadalevín river that cuts through the city and made things a bit difficult until some aggressive bridge building took place. Hey, sometimes you just gotta build a bridge, amiright?
Ronda sits in its quaint, self-contained manner high at the top of a winding mountain pass. It's isolated, and the people there know it. And so, with the trademark determination (willfullness?) of the Spanish people, they built a bridge so that they could have access from the outside, but keep others out, when necessary, once on the inside. So well was the city protected that at one point, its only weak point was a secret passageway from the river below that cut through the river's sheer mountainside border (read more about that below) and up into the city.
Toward the bottom left are the beautiful pools at the base from which old Kings would make slaves carry up water.
Bridges are fun!
The most-renowned Ronda bridge, Puente Nuevo, dates back to 1751, when it underwent construction after King Felip V decided a new and better bridge needed to exist to one-up the two that had come before it. One-up it did, but not until after 40 years of construction and about 50 deaths in the meantime.

At about 320 feet tall, it means business.
To the bottom right are the ruins of Arabs baths near Puente Viejo and what once was the Moorish bridge. You can see the equestrian center sitting in the background, which isn't known for its ancient history, but we like horses, right?.
The fact that Ronda is filled with Spain's oldest bullfighting ring, many amazing restaurants, and adorable cobblestoned walks is all background music. This bridge is it. You can come here five times a day and never tire.
The garden of La Casa Del Rey Moro, aka the Moorish King's House
Through the old garden of the Moorish King one can find a set of secret stairs that lead under and through the rock wall the the bottom. Isn't history exciting  and full of secret things!?
Exiting this ancient door, you end up on a platform above a calm section of river, the area where Christian slaves came down to fetch water for the Moorish King (also the weak point through which Ronda was invaded).
But do you want to know what else?

Ronda has nun's buns.
I guess what I'm saying here is this: you should probably go to Ronda.

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La Oliva in Granada. A Life-Changing Restaurant Review.

Every once in a while, you will have a food experience that isn't just a food experience.

It is more than that because it stays with you long after it has finished. It is more because while it is happening, you wonder if it's real. It is more because it is thorough, expansive, and occurs in a small world in and of itself. 

It is an experience that grabs your teeth and pulls you along into a land where every bite matters and every taste is more brilliant idea than flavor.

Generally, you can trust the food of a place with huge towers of garlic hanging from the rafters
Caught in the act of scheming about John's food (while inexplicably wearing two scarves)...

We found La Oliva in Granada through word of mouth (i.e. internet reviews). 

By day, it is not a restaurant, but a small food shop selling high-quality culinary items. 

By night, Francisco, the Cordobesan owner, transforms the corner store into an intimate, candle-lit, two-table affair where you will have a food experience unforgettable.

We were seven, and with a reservation made only a week in advance, we were lucky to get in.

After all diners have been sat, Francisco closes the shop windows and doors, ensuring that there will be no disturbances to this night of gustatory bliss.

The EVOOs included Arbequina, Piqual, and a blend of Piqual, Picado, and Hojiblanco olives. They ranged accordingly in flavor from sweet and mild to strong and biting.
Our dear Francisco going over the sherry prospects with John's dad. As the dinners are kept small, Francisco is able to stay in close contact with everybody and explain or answer questions whenever desired.

He begins by telling you a bit about how the meal will run: 

There will be anywhere from twelve to twenty courses. There will be as much accompanying wine or sherry as you like. You will be informed on what you are eating and why.

And don't fill up on the bread.

With a clean palate (for surely you have avoided coffee and eaten mild foods all day?), you are now ready for your experience at La Oliva

Here was my experience:

After Francisco's introduction, we received three small bowls of Spanish extra virgin olive oil. Tasting from mildest to strongest, one realizes that it is not for lack of reason that Spain produces over 50% of the world's olive oil supply. 

When it comes to that pure olive juice, Spain knows what it's doing.

A Manzanilla fino sherry called La Jaca from Andalucia followed the olive oil, a smooth and mildly sweet liquor that is aged like a high-quality balsamic, where a bit of the last batch is always left in the aging barrel so that when each new batch is added, its flavor and composition is influenced by its predecessors.

Each flavor for each person: partridge pate, mushroom cream, sundried tomato and herbs, and Iberian ham
A thick and hearty spread made with red pepper, onion, garlic, cod, green pepper, and olive oil

For our fifth tasting pleasure, we received four culinary spreads atop olive oil crackers called regañás. The assortment consisted of partridge pate, cream cheese with porcini mushrooms, sundried tomato with herbs and EVOO, and cream of Iberian ham.

Next up was an Aspencat spread made of red pepper, onion, garlic, capellanes (salted blue herring), green pepper, and olive oil served simply with potato chips. 

(Sometimes, the best route is also the easiest).

A light dish of small quartered tomatoes bathed in fresh basil-infused EVOO then pleasantly interrupted the meal, just in time to trick us into thinking we were being healthy before a plate full of cured Iberian meats came out. 

In the selection was thinly-sliced jamón, salchichón, lomo, and chorizo. 

This was the plate that will ruin me for all cured meats that I find in the future. Happysad.

The light tomato basil salad flanked by perfectly thin slices of Iberian meat.
Remojón Granadino, a typical Andalucian dish made with orange, radish, spring onion, salted cod, and black olives

Keeping the meat train running, our ninth dish was fresh Iberian chorizo sausage boiled in Manzanilla wine and served in a sauce of EVOO and the meat's juices. 

Tasting this sauce, one must temporarily disregard the advice to not eat too much bread... 

Flagrant and liberal dipping is a necessity here.

My own tastebuds tell me that number ten was perhaps the best dish of the night...Consider whether you would ever think to put orange, radish, black olives, spring onion, and salted cod together in one bite, garnished with a bit of paprika and EVOO.

You wouldn't dare? Meet Remojón Granadino

I dare you.

Another beautiful shot of the Iberian meat layout, courtesy of one Eric Feigenbaum

Keeping the spirit of fresh vegetables alive, a big beautiful bowl of spinach leaves with garlic-sauteed shrimp was then set before us, otherwise known as Gambas al Ajillo (recipe to follow).

A traditional Spanish fish soup made with the head and bones of hake then warmed our senses. Added to it was sauteed onion, short noodles, and a small amount of emulsified mayonnaise for creaminess.

Gambas al Ajillo, a simple dish with spinach that perfectly captures the essence of freshly-cooked shrimp and garlic
The creaminess of this traditional Spanish fish soup was made by slowly emulsifying mayonaisse into the broth

The head and bones of the aforementioned hake were then followed by the rest of its body, sauteed skin side down, salted, and covered with a saffron cream sauce. 

And then it was devoured.

Francisco shows the bounty of this incredibly-simply and perfectly  prepared hake
A silky saffron cream sauce was poured over the hake, keeping the dish mild and rich, yet with a touch of exoticism

Wine time again. 

This round: a red from Castilla with a mere eight months of age called 2011 Recoletas Roble. It was a Tempranillo from the Ribera del Duero estate. 

Once again, the perfect tart and tannin-rich accompaniment for the forthcoming food had been chosen (and yes, more food came...).

The fourteenth muse, called cocido, was in Francisco's opinion the "national recipe of Spain." 

Made with chickpeas, vegetables, and meat, ours included green beans, carrot, potato, pumpkin, various stewed Iberian meats, and a finish of chopped spring onion and a sherry vinegar splash. 

As my one negative critique for the night, I'll say that this was the least-inspiring dish. The bland vegetables, unbolstered by a similarly boring broth, reminded me too much of what one would find bagged in the frozen foods aisle.

Our cocido madrileño, my least-favorite dish of the night due to the boring vegetables and lack of real flavor oomph.

I quickly recovered with the help of another legume, the [highly superior] Spanish version of pork and beans: habas con jamón, or warmed baby fava (broad) beans and garlic served over thinly-sliced jamón and splashed with EVOO. 

Why doesn't America do more with this beautiful bean?

Fact: Baby fava beans and ham are going to become a staple whenever in season at my house.
Chicken in parsley-garlic broth over Spanish mashed potatoes with a simple wedge salad in the background

More home-style food ensued with moist chunks of chicken in a broth of garlic, parsley, bay leaf, and Manzanilla Sherry served over mashed potatoes.

Then, at stage 18, more salad.

A traditional style one finds in Southern Spain, a quartered lettuce head served in this case with a dressing of balsamic, garlic, and salt. 

I'm slowly becoming more of a fan of end-of-the-meal salads, as it's great for cleansing the palate and readying one for dessert. 

And yes, there is still dessert to come in this meal of a lifetime.

If you happen to be saying something along the lines of, "What is wrong with these people? How can they STILL be eating??" I fully understand your feelings, but I don't have an answer for you.

From bottom right: a sheep's cheese soaked in EVOO, a dried sheep's cheese, manchego, and a semi-aged goat cheese served with a caramelized onion and raisin jam. All but the Manchego were from the Granada region.

So, dessert:

Cheese, of course. Manchego plus three more, all from Granada.

A Pedro Ximenez sherry to accompany. The smooth and inescapable flavor of raisins resonated surprisingly well with the cheeses, and also unforgettably with the sweets to follow.

For example, how about a baked sweet potato cream with sugar and rum (Ron Moddero), topped with EVOO and vanilla? 

Yes, please.

AND FINALLY, number TWENTY-ONE: What other than an assortment of the so-very-Spanish Turrón, a confection typically made of honey, sugar, egg white, nuts, and whatever other flavors seem yummy. 

This time, we found represented the delectable flavors of chocolate, vanilla, custard, lemon, and marzipan.

Francisco pours EVOO over the puree of sweet potato cream made with sugar and rum
Our turrones: custard, lemon, marzipan, vanilla, and chocolate
Twenty one dishes (for the sake of weary eyes, I neglected to mention a couple minor dishes) for 38 euros and a stomach that, while full, was nowhere near the heavy-laden feeling one gets after eating a full meat-and-three dinner. 

This riddle I can only attribute to the will of the food gods, benignly allowing us to enjoy the end result of such amazing food without slipping into an immediate coma.

The catch to this dinner was it's integrity. 

There were no foams, no fancy designs, no complex sauces. This was amazing food at its simplest, something that many restaurants have left behind in pursuit of something more rootless, more shocking, and often much less inspiring. 

Francisco understands that at its base, the experience of eating should simply be one that makes people feel good

I will leave Spain with a confirmed knowledge that one can hold on to basic culinary tradition without any snobbery or pretension and still cause diners to leave utterly happy and fulfilled.

Eric, Linzee (John's brother-in-law and sister), Francisco, and yours truly, having to support each other due to our near-inability to stand after all that food.

All fulfillment aside, if I'm worn out just from typing about all this, you can imagine how I felt after eating it all.

Tired. Blissfully, satisfyingly tired. And ready to relive it all in the world of dreams.

Stay with me as we head off next to the high town of Ronda!

Have You Had a Nun's Bun?

I've told you how Granada is the place for tapas.

But Granada has another secret...

Nuns buns. 
Approaching the monastery of Santa Isabel la Real that sits high above the city. Useful tidbit: nearby is the beautiful Mirador (viewpoint)  de Cruz de  Quiros.
The "mystery door" is in a small alcove to the left. You can see that the cobblestoned area you walk through to get there is completely unmarked.
Otherwise known as various confections made by nuns.

To many, nuns buns are a mythical, magical bounty that few have encountered and many have coveted. So with the help of the ultimate pre-trip researcher (the one-and-only Sukie Amory) we were able to track down these fabled treats in Granada at the Monasterio de Santa Isabel la Real, just off a street of the same name.
These two small, simple signs simply say that there are artisan pastries and roscos fritos, a traditional sweet for Saint week. Apart from that, you just have to know what to do.
This is it: the magical revolving door. After it creaks open you ring a bell or knock and you should get some sort of response--if you're lucky.
You will not see the nuns. No secular man shall see the nuns. But you shall see what miracles they produce.

Hidden away with none but their ovens and the holy trinity to keep them company, is this what they do all day? Bake and pray? Pray while baking? Pray to be able to resist constantly eating these most delectable of all worldly baked goods?

The way I see it, these nuns have devoted most of their time to two things: God and baking. It follows that they have been blessed. These are quite possibly the most perfectly-executed dessert of this class that you'll ever find.
Also in the waiting area: a mid-size door leading to who-knows-where alongside a tribute to Santa Clara de Asis
After you state your purpose, the shelves revolve around to show you what all of your options are
With nothing but a tiny, hand-written sign at the uppermost corner of a small wooden door to indicate what goodness hides inside, we were lucky to have even found this hidden-away sanctuary of sugar and piety. The small door opens to reveal a circular rotating shelf like a lazy Susan. A small bell or perhaps a knock will let one of the sisters know that one of the earthly heathens has come to receive the fruit of their labor.

You will wait with anticipation until a soft and ancient voice comes through the cracks of the shelf system, greeting you warmly and asking what it is you've come for. You tell them in halting, nervous Spanish that you've tracked them down for their confections. You wait. The shelves turn. Then comes the bounty.

After some moments of painstaking deliberation, you choose from the displayed pastries. The shelves rotate again. You wait. Another rotation, and there they are, your sweets, packaged by the delicate hands of a mysterious sister.
A closer look at the offerings
And after a few mouth-watering moments, they arrive.
You place your money on the shelf, and with a few turns you receive your change. The rendezvous is over. The money has changed hands, and soon you will take your reward.

Neither of you will ever find the satisfaction of putting a face to the voice, but oh, you will imagine something beautiful once you bite into one of these delicacies. You will imagine it has come from the mind and the gentle hands of an angel. You will imagine that your life could go on like this forever, receiving soft, sweet desserts from hidden sisters behind secret doors. You will close your eyes, and you will be happy with these near-holy desserts.
A tender, crumbly almond shortbread pastry filled with cabello de angel, a sweet filling made from thin fibers of various "fruits" like pumpkins. Resembling angel hair pasta, it's named thus for metaphorical reasons that I assume you've figured out by now.
While I'm not typically a fan of cakey, chocolate-less desserts, these Spanish Magdalenas (Madelines) were so absurdly, perfectly moist that I was addicted at first bite. And with espresso and a drizzle of local honey? Heaven.
Go figure. 
So, have you booked your flight yet?

Keep following for more culinary amazement...the dinner that will change your life is up next!



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