Life: Idiotropic

You'd think it was Christmas as often as the busy little mouse is scurrying in and out of our house.  Luci lost two teeth just a couple weeks ago and now two more in two days.  She says she has a phone in her mouth because of the funny C shape that the spaces make.

Two nights ago, the Tooth Mouse brought her a little Valencian doll with the traditional Fallas hair and dress.  It was quite impressive since Luci had just been to the children's fallas parade, so she recognized the hair and dress styles instantly.  Last night the mouse brought a small figure of a fallera menor (young girl in falla attire) with only two teeth riding a bicycle with a very scared puppy sitting in the basket.  This is a very small replica of a real Falla that will be in Valencia in just a few weeks.  Can't wait to see her face when she sees her figure enlarged by 7 stories.

Arianna and Elise are insanely jealous.  Miss A especially is moping around because her teeth aren't loose and she doesn't think it's fair that she lost her teeth in Germany.  The tooth mouse is much cooler.  She really, really, really wants to lose a tooth in Spain.  I have to watch her now.  If she starts chewing on rocks, I'll know why. 

just another day...

with a friend who thinks a lot like me (which is more than a little frightening) and really fun to talk to.  

I think we're coming to the end of the "considerate" stage.  You know that stage?  You know when you first meet someone and you like them and you start up a friendship, but you are extremely considerate of them and what they might want because you don't know them really well enough yet.  That stage of, "well, what would you like?  Oh, really, anything is fine with me."  It's a stage that lasts longer with international friends no matter how good their English ability is - not sure why - may be because of cultural differences, but it's there.  And it's frustrating and really quite boring because neither of you are really being entirely 100% who you are really and you guard your words just enough and hold back humor just a bit, and don't act impulsively ever.  There's a stunning dress in the shop window and the real you is screaming to dart across the street in front of traffic to go to it and touch the sleaves and go and try it on and twirl in circles imagining how you'd accessorize, but the "considerate-stage" you calmly looks over, points, and casually mentions, "hey, that looks like a cute little shop over there.  Would you like to go look?"   Then you wait for an answer and if it's "yes," then you wait for the crosswalk to turn green and then you cross calmly as if it's just a box of oranges in the window and not the most amazing perfect dress you've ever seen.

Anyway,  today was a day via train to Valencia with a wonderful Hungarian friend and absolutely no itinerary nor plan.  We just walked.  Stopped once at Starbucks for coffee - "considerate me" was about to pass by though I really hoped to stop and Eva who really likes Starbucks suggested it and I was oh so happy.  Then we walked, and walked, and walked.  Discovered a shoe repair shop, a dress shop, a strange "rock" museum with figures from the Corpus Christi parade, and a shop with miniature Fallas - the perfect "tooth mouse" gift.  Had lunch at a really nice pinchos bar that I'd been to before, but she hadn't, then walked down a shopping street that she'd known of, but I didn't.  Stopped in an antique store and got "trapped" talking to the propriator who knows someone from Oregon and joked that he'd been to the original "Aragon" and raved about how much he loves Hungary.  Stopped at the market for a strawberries and jam.  Stopped at the Ayutamiento for flowers (because there are virtually no florists in Spain).  Came home again via train.

And sun the entire time.

Photos:  Graffiti is everywhere here and some of it is even nice.  And, bakeries love putting big chunky things on top of bread dough before baking.  This one has red peppers and a fish tail.  Some have whole eggs, other fish, blood sausages, and other odd things.  Like an inside-out sandwich?

Flavor means at least two of my girls won't eat it.  And the pasta noodles are delicious, but they have flavor, so, even my noodle girl looked at it oddly.  "What's the green stuff?  Ewww."

However, I like flavor and so if my girls are stuck with cereal for dinner on occasion because I decide to cook something that I like, well then, so be it.  They will live and my tastebuds will dance a lively jig.  Someone has to look out for the tastebuds.

The Recipe - from my favorite cooking mag all all time - Cuisine at  Home.  Issue 54.  December 2005.

Saltimbocca Chicken Breasts 
with Sage Sauce and Creamy Arugula Pasta

1.  Season 2 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves (6-8oz each) with ground black pepper.  In each, cut a slit in the center of the breast, insert a 1 oz stick of provelone cheese, then place the stuffed chicken on 2 overlapping slices of prociutto and wrap tightly.

2.  Preheat the oven to 400 and bring a pot of salted water to a boil for cooking the pasta.
3.  Saute the chicken in 1 t. olive oil and 1 t. butter in a non-stick skillet over medium-high heat.  Cook, turning to brown on all sides, 6-8 min total.  Place the chicken on a rack set on a baking sheet and transfer to the oven for about 5 minutes to finish.  Remove and let chicken rest 5 minutes before serving.
5.  Drain the pasta, add it to the bowl with the cream mixture and toss to coat the pasta and wilt the greens.
6.   Saute 1 T. minced shallots in butter over medium-high heat using the same pan that  you cooked the chicken in.  Cook until the shallots are soft - 1 min.
7.  Deglaze the shallot pan with 1/4 cup dry white wine; simmer over high heat until nearly evaporated.  Add 1/3 cup chicken broth and the juice of 1/2 a lemon.  Simmer until reduced by half, 3 min.
8.  Finish the sauce with 2 T. softened butter and 1t. minced fresh sage leaves. 

Some times I almost feel like a local.   Moments when quirky cultural things just pass me by and I yawn and think, ya ya, it's just "normal."  Really, there are days when nothing surprises me.

And then, a moment will come along and smack me in the face and say, "YOU ARE AN AMERICAN, START THINKING LIKE ONE, PLEASE," and then I do and then I'm shocked.

Part of it is my fault, really.  The shock, that is.  I mean, as Americans, we tend to over-glorify Europe.  We think that if it's European that it's "tres chic", and "ooh-la-la", and "all that".  That it's older, thus better at just about everything.  Well, not to burst your bubble, but nope.  Not true.  Europeans have greasy, flavorless junk food and really tacky made-in-china junk, bad fashion,  inappropriate humor, and lots of graffiti.

Today was one of those days.  Overpaid for chairs to sit along the parade route in a cloud of smoke.  It's a children's parade.  My American mind believes that there should be minimal to no smoking at children's events.  So here I go thinking like an American as I try to block my girls from the smoke while choking on the cloud wafting from the group of wrinkled adults next to me.  Please wind, please change.  Cough, cough, sputter.

The parade starts.  Beautiful regal horses, a nicely dressed band, and three beautiful floats filled fill falleras menores - the young princesses of this festival dressed in thousand euro dresses, fine jewelry with dangling pearl cluster earrings, large hand pounded gold combs in their hair and three large tightly braided buns pinned to their heads.  They all stop just short of us to get out of their beautiful whimsical floats and watch the parade from the private stands in front of the Ayutamiento (City Hall).  This was beautiful, colorful, interesting...  And then the rest of the parade went by.

I suppose I can blame the Dutch.  Don't get me wrong, I love the Dutch, but boy, those folks know how to put on a parade. And their children's parade is probably the best I've ever seen.  So when a man walked by in a Greek style robe with a badly painted sign proclaiming "tradegy of something-or-other," followed by some extremely simple floats and a few very bad costumes, I was, well disappointed.  After all, this is Europe?  And all of Europe is "tres magnifique!"

Yes, there were some cute costumes, but those were the minority.  Most of the parade consisted of very low-budget "thrown together" looking floats with cooresponding "not-very-impressive" costumes.  Some kids didn't even look like they were wearing costumes and no, holding a sign, isn't the same as wearing a costume.

There was no candy.  Just a lot of advertising leaflets passed around.  A children's parade without candy?  Boo.

And the humor.  Well.  It seems to me (and this is just my little ol' American brain talkin') that if you are calling it a "children's parade," then it is a parade FOR the children and thus should be something that is fun and entertaining FOR the children.  To me, a children's parade is not a parade OF children.  But, I'm not in the states, am I?  So this children's parade is a satirical parade made up OF children.  Each group comes up with a theme, then dresses up kids of all ages (babies to teens) to walk along the route dressed up according to that theme.  One theme was aging.  Began with babies, then showed the aging process.  One scene showed a girl by a sink with tampons and pads stuck all over the place.  Another one showed a girl dressed half like a fallera and half in sweats with a coca cola in her hand.  Another scene showed one kid with a rock, another smoking, and another drinking from a "botellon," an unmarked bottle of alcohol that is a past-time with youth here.  Hmmm.  Most of the signs were in Valenciano, but those that I could make out just didn't quite make sense.  Certainly not in terms of anything fun for children.   Again, let's get some cute smiley animals or cartoon characters in here.

Finally, we had a scene of Wizard of Oz and another of Alice in Wonderland.  The flight theme was nice.  Willy Wonka is always fun.  Sadly, those weren't enough to counter the wierdness that was our first impression. 

Thankfully, the parade ended on a happy note.  Just shortly after the giant blood sausage rolled by, the mascleta began.  The rain had already started then stopped and we'd already made our way to the front gate of the train station - a safe distance for young ears.  And the boom began.  Sort of like those low-rider cars with the windows open and the boom-boom music so loud that you can hear it in your house and your windows shake.  But here it's that times a thousand and you can feel the rhythm of the masleta in the soles of your feet and inside.  It goes through you and your heart feels as if it's beating to the same rhythm and then the fireworks begin.  Wow.  I've never seen nor heard anything like this.  It's powerful, beautiful, and absolutely exhilarating!  Like flying out-of-control down a ski slope, there's an adrenaline rush just standing there from a block away.  This could be addictive.  The girls loved it.

The mascleta is a special Valencian oddity - the firework of sound.  A display for the ears formed around rhythms, like tribal drummers gone mad.  Beginning March 1st, there will be one every day at 2pm at this same place.  No lights, just sound and smoke.  Perhaps this is why people talk so loud here?


MORE PHOTOS:  http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=192342&id=674507268&l=009778e801


FALLAS:  http://www.cyberspain.com/life/fallas.htm
 
FALLAS:  http://www.holavalencia.net/2009/07/14/what-is-fallas/

FALLAS:  http://www.fallasfromvalencia.com/

 

There is this narrow little road between Puzol's main street and the highway access.  This little road is known as Cami, one of oh, a kazillion "cami" roads in Spain.  It doesn't have a name because it doesn't need one.  It's just a badly paved farm road of sorts that is half in Puzol and half in Puig and so no one really wants to take responsibility for it and if you really want to complain, well, don't because there's a perfectly good road with a proper name just a kilometer down the road that is taken car of.

People like to complain about this Cami though.  After all, the potholes are many and deep as if Hannibal's elephants had been through recently.  I think one is big enough for an elephant bath.  It's certainly big enough to swallow a Smart car.

A few weeks ago, I was pleasantly surprised to see someone filling the holes.  One man sat parked in a small rusty truck with a wood-slat fence around the flatbed.  The other man slowly filled the potholes with his shovel-fulls of dirt from that truck, then stomped them down with his feet.  It looked quite amateur.  Amusing too.  But who cares... for a day or two, at least until the next rain, the holes would be sparing elephants and cars alike.

But Valencia weather "is not normal" according to the locals.  The rain in Spain... well, it keeps acomin'.  And the dirt turned mud turned mud puddle and went ahead and washed away.

One thing that hasn't gone anywhere is the road block on that same stretch of road made from a few big rocks and... oranges.  Yes, here where oranges are as plentiful as potholes, they make excellent barriers.

I think they need to reconsider the mud and fill these potholes with oranges.  They may just do the trick.  And if not, at least a patch of bright orange will act as a nice warning light to any car who dares pass by.

Really, I think this will work.  Unless of course, someone is offering up a proper cement truck.  But what am I thinking?  This is Spain!  Yeah, let's gather some oranges, folks, and have us a pot hole fillin' party on the cami road.

My phone has been ringing a lot lately. 

Ringring ringring.

       "Hello?"
       "Buenas ___, blah blah blah blah blah"

This is where I tell them they have the wrong number, keep talking in English until they hang up, or say, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish.  Good bye."

Yes, I do feel somewhat guilty about this.  Somewhat.  Because I do speak Spanish decently and have been able to communicate successfully on the phone several times when it's been important.  But, after the 20ish calls from the new gym that opened in town that I worked really hard to get through as their speaking sped up to auctioneer speeds, I am really just sort of done with telemarketing calls in Spanish. 

       "Por favor, no hablo espanol bien.  Despacio, por favor."
      
And they s t a r t    o u t   s l o w l y   a n d   t h e n   it  speeds up and pretty soon they are speaking faster and faster and faster... and it's so fast that I think I have hummingbirds in my ear.

        "Como?  Repitalo, por favor?" 

I'm sorry... after 15 minutes of this, I am tired.  This isn't a good time.  Could you please call back another day?  And they do.  Really, 20ish calls.  I did this.  And I tried.  And I eventually got it and got myself an appointment to go check out the new gym that I couldn't find and decided just to not go because I just don't have that kind of time.

I'm only going to live here another 18+ months or so and there is really very little reason for me to stress my little brain cells trying to have any sort of coherant conversation over the phone with their Road Runner paced Spanish with thick Valencian undertones.  Nope.  That's my justification.  Guilt begone.


So why do I still feel that pang?  Ugh.  Fine.   May be I should start answering in German.  ;)

How many businesses in the states have cell phone numbers?  I've been gone a while, so may be it's changed, but it is commonplace here for a business to have at least one mobile number listed on the business card.  The girls school have at least 6 mobile numbers to call.

And why?  Well, there is a very good reason for this and that is this crazy tariff system where calls are more expensive if made to a different type of number.

So, from my home phone, calls in Spain to land-line numbers are free.  If I call a mobile number from my cell phone, it costs me.  The opposite is also true, so I am constantly switching from phone to phone.  A land line, I call from my kitchen phone.  A mobile number, I use my cell.  And upstairs I have Skype for all international calls because it's pretty much known that Spain has the craziest most expensive phone services (land and mobile numbers) in all of Europe.

Some businesses ONLY have mobile numbers.  It's a different world.

This week of cold and wet, Motivation and I are playing a ruthless game of hide and seek.  Who'd have thought that my friend would be so good at hiding?  I looked in several mugs of coffee and black tea.   Guess those usual hiding spots are too easy.  I'm hoping to find him in some loud music.  If not, I fear that he might be hiding with the sun and at the moment, sun is neither within my sight nor within my grasp. 

Victory!!! 

And Valentine's, of course, but the theme of today was both.

For more than 30 months the courts have been involved with the America's Cup.  No matter what side you're on, all agree that the court is not the place to win - the water is. 

So, after a long time of ups and downs and suits and countersuits and "what ifs" and "where will it bes", a date was finally set in Valencia, the boats were shipped and helicoptered in, and the crowd gathered.

Last Monday, the 20 story wing went up on the Oracle.  I could see it from my balcony with the garrison sized American flag waving beside it.  School children were bussed in for the start of the historic race.  Clowns stood in front of the large screen entertaining them with balloons and tricks.  Fans, passersby, and the mildly curious came to the Veles a Vents building at the America's Cup Port in Valencia and waited. 

And waited.  Unfortunately, with sailing, there is this little thing you kind of need.  Wind.  And unfortunately for sailing, no one has quite figured out how to control it although I think if they can make a 20 story tall sail, they can probably make a giant fan and just use that.

So on Monday there was no wind, then too much wind and back and forth and after 6 long hours of finger crossing the race was canceled and rescheduled for Wednesday.  On Wednesday they let the kids stay in school.  Wise choice for it was another long day of waiting and weather watching and wondering if and when we'd see the boats on the water.  Too much wind and 2 meter waves?  The Oracle boat wanted to race.  Alinghi didn't in those conditions.  The committee boat sat on the start line and accessed the weather.  No start until 1300.  Then no start at all.  Race rescheduled for Friday.

Friday morning the port is empty.  All the media, operation, and hospitality boats are at the course.  The committee boat has set up.  They watch the wind and wait.  More than three hours of waiting and the race starts at 1435.

Sadly, the race itself was held 40 miles from shore too far to be seen unless you were on a boat near the coarse.  Now that would be incredible.  I was happy enough watching it from my computer which seems to be a trend these days.  My first sailing race, this was absolutely incredible.  Oracle's trimaran is just captivating.  Like the Eiffel tower, this is one of the those man-made structures and you can't take your eyes off of.  Especially on the water.  To see it lift off the water and fly seems more movie magic than real life, and yet it's absolutely real.  What makes it even more real is that the CEO of BMW/Oracle lives in my neighborhood, so I see his wife at my bus stop every day and chat. 

Friday the US team won with an over 3 kilometer and 15 minute lead over the Swiss team.

So Valentine's Day is also the day for race 2.  Kirk and I hoped to make it a family activity, but the girls opted to stay home and so we called it our Valentine's date and headed to the port, found parking amazingly close, and milled about.

The port is absolutely stunning.  The blue of the sky and sea sandwiching rows of yachts worth more than most will earn in a lifetime.  Over-the-top decadence.  Teams past have buildings along the port as well as the teams now.  It's all very clean and nicely done.  The Veles a Vents building at the end leads to grassy walkways along the water and a couple nice restaurants.

People lined up for free posters.  We did too.  They were handing out thick posterboard fans with the swiss flag printed on them.  Everyone had those.  We had to ask for the US one.  Oddly, the Europeans (and may be it's a EU solidarity thing), favor the Swiss team even though it was the US team that pushed to have the event in Valencia.  The Swiss team wanted it in a Middle Eastern country - I think the Emirates. 

In front of the big viewing screen, people mingled and waited.  Living room styled white plastic chairs and loveseats intermingled with bean bag cushions in different colors and sizes.  Some people brought dogs - mostly purse sized.  Some brought wine.  And people sat, relaxed as if they were in a giant living room, and waited.   A man did tricks with a ball at the front near the stage, and there were quite a few kids with their parents waiting.  It was cold though.  I'm sure my girls would have been bored.

There were 4 small food booths - carnival style.  The Swiss one sold very smelly cheese fondue.  The American sold hamburgers, hot dogs, and french fries (the most popular item).   One sold paella and the other Spanish one sold tapas.  We didn't eat.  Just watched the repeating videos on the screen while I refreshed twitter on my iPhone repeatedly to get updates.  A beautiful day to be out, a beautiful port full of really interesting people from all over, it was nice just to relax and people watch.  Just before 4 we decided to go feeling bad about leaving the girls on Valentine's Day.  I was convinced that with little wind, the late hour, and after moving the triangle shaped course now a third time that it would be postponed until Tuesday.

When we reached the car, I checked twitter again.  Harold Bennett set a start time of 1615.  Ugh.  The drive home is along the coast, so we could see the boats on the horizon.  Hard to miss a wing that big.

So we stopped at the Puzol beach - the little beach in our town and from there, we watched the start of the race, saw the Oracle speed off and Alingi's slow start.   Then they were out of sight.

I cooked dinner downstairs and watched the race upstairs on the computer running back and forth like a lunatic, sliding across the tile floor.  And the US team won!!!  Press conferences, fireworks we could see from our balcony, rumors that the next match could be in San Francisco!  Now that would be amazing!

And sailing has two new fans.  Tiara and I are hooked.

MORE PHOTOS:  http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=190250&id=674507268&l=420a44642f

Cold weather and a sick kid.  No amount of sun, nor the allure of a free concert in the magical setting of the CAC could pull me away from home.  At least not physically.  So, tonight, instead of bonding with Tiara in a mass of youthful humanity swaying to the rhythm of the Arctic Monkeys, I sat in the warmth of my office, read the Facebook feed of concert related comments, and "attended" the concert LIVE on my Mac.  Volume a little higher than usual, it was real enough.  Me being me, I sat and took pictures - just like I would at the "real" concert, except tonight, with my iPhone aimed at my computer screen.  Yes, I'm a dork.  The encore was amazing - the whole thing was amazing.  Next year, Tiara and I won't miss it.

The bonding?  Not tonight.  She watched Becoming Jane downstairs on her laptop.  Odd roll reversal, huh?

I had plans with Begonia to go to Valencia today.  Sunny and blue, it would be a good day for it, but Tiara has a swollen hip, so I need to stay close to home.  Now sitting at my computer "working" and eating panquemao for lunch, but without chocolate.

Simply a softball sized ball of bread, with a crisp sugared exterior giving way to a light, spongy interior, panquemao is one of those old foods - something that's just always been here, something that Santiago's mom used to eat when she was a girl.  Traditional to this region, it's slightly sweet, but otherwise just a plain ball of bread that according to Santi and a couple Spanish ladies standing at the register, is wonderful for a snack with a piece of chocolate.  Isn't everything more wonderful with a piece of chocolate?

Unlike the elaborate multicultural celebrations I enjoyed at GK, the little international women's club here is tiny and quiet.  Each month a different country hosts a coffee.  They provide food.  We sit and talk and eat.  No frills, but it's nice.  Sometimes the GK events got so loud, I couldn't hear the person next to me.  At these, it's a lot easier to connect with other cultures.

Today I sat with Greeks, an American, a Spanish lady, and a Turkish friend.  A nice mix!

The Portuguese were good enough to send out some of the recipes, so I'll copy them here as well.  Everything was very good.  I'll get the name of the cheese and wine.  Not pictured here is the large ball of yummy white cheese that they brought from Portugal.  Special, yes, but disappointing that I can't run out and buy it.  It was so good that the word "cheese" kept becoming audible from conversations all over the room and ladies kept going back to the ball of cheese for a little more.

There were too many flavors to try, so I didn't have everything.  They made a wonderful fish croquette that was amazing.  The small white candy cups in the front of the photo, I thought, had small candied oranges inside.  Instead, they were candied egg yolks with a half walnut resting on top of each.  The Greek ladies liked them.  I was too scared to try them.  The best part (aside from the cheese) was the cherry port that they poured into small chocolate cups for us.  Delicious even without the edible chocolate cups.

Chocolate Salami (They make this in Italy and Turkey too - very easy and quite good)
Ingredients:
• 300 grams of “Maria” biscuits (add some more for
coverage)
• 75 grams of cocoa powder
• 2 tablespoons of butter
• 3 tablespoons of sugar
• 2 eggs
• 2 tablespoons of whisky
• 60 grams of almonds (add some more for coverage)
Preparation:
Crush the Maria biscuits on a kitchen cloth by hand or with a kitchen roll, and pour them into a bowl. Add the cocoa powder, the butter, the sugar, the eggs, the whisky and the previously coarsely crushed almonds. Knead everything well and pour the mixture on a sheet of parchment paper or aluminium sprinkled with crushed biscuits and chopped nuts. Shape dough into cylinder form and wrap carefully and set aside in the refrigerator to gain consistency.  (The Italians often roll into a long slender "salami" shape and then wrap and store it in foil.  It then gets a bit of a salami texture on the outside and looks very authentic coming out of that foil wrapper.  Freezes well!)  NOTE: You may substitute almonds for walnuts.


Queijadas de Sintra (a cheesecake)

Ingredients:
 2 shallow tablespoons of flour
12 portions small fresh white cheeses  (I'm assuming some sort of cream cheese)
 500 grams of sugar
24 egg yolks
For the dough:         
200 grams of flour
1 egg
75 grams of butter
salt to taste
water
Preparation:
     The dough:  Knead the flour with the butter, add the egg, a pinch of salt and a little water.
Continue kneading until the dough thickens, and is well mixed. Shape it into a
ball and let it stand for 30 minutes. With a rolling pin spread the dough so that
it becomes about 2 mm thick. Line the molds with the pastry dough to the level
of the edges. Place the molds on a tray and fill them with the cream. Bake
them for about 30 minutes.
     The cream:  Whisk the smashed white cheeses with the egg yolks and the sugar. Add flour
until it is consistent. Fill previously dough-lined molds with the cream to the brim.



Pão de Ló de Ovar  (This is a sponge cake)
Ingredients:
- 18 eggs (6 whole eggs and 12 yolks)
- 375 grams of sugar
- 120 grams of flour
Preparation:
Mix the eggs and the sugar for approximately 30 minutes. Add the flour and stir a little with a wooden spoon. Pour into a mold lined with parchment paper and bake for approximately one hour at 170 degrees. 

Bolo de maçã e nozes (apple and walnut cake)
Ingredients:
- 6 eggs
- 2 cups sugar
- 2 cups flour
- 1 tablespoon baking Royal
- 2 cups chopped, diced apples
- 1 cup chopped nuts
Preparation:
Break the eggs into a bowl, add the sugar and stir well. Then add the flour and the baking powder. When the mixture is well blended, add the apples and walnuts stirring slightly. Place into a mold previously buttered and sprinkled with flour. Bake it for half an hour at 180 degrees.

Bolo de Chocolate  (chocolate cake)
Ingredients:
- 5 eggs
- 1 and ½ cups sugar
- 1 and ½ cups cocoa powder
- ½ tea cup cooking oil
- 1 tablespoon baking powder
- 2 cups flour
- 1 cup boiling water
Preparation:
Begin by separating the egg whites from the yolks and beating the egg whites to form stiff white peaks. Next, mix the egg yolks and sugar, and add the cocoa powder and oil. Continue by mixing in the previously beaten egg whites, backing powder and flour to the mixture. When the mixture is well blended, add the boiling water. Pour the mixture into a mold that has been previously buttered and sprinkled with flour. Bake approximately 30 minutes at 180 degrees (Celsius).

Trouxas de Ovos  (egg rolls)
Ingredients:
- 1 Kg sugar
- 20 yolks
- 500 ml (2 cups) water
Preparation:
In a saucepan mix the sugar and the water heating it until you get a thicken boiling sugar syrup (try to make a path through with a spoon). With a wooden spoon add 8 lightly beaten yolks straining them through a sieve (in order to obtain egg threads). Note: If it makes too much foam try pouring a
few drops of cold water. After cooked put aside the obtained egg threads. With a wooden spoon pour the remaining 12 yolks previously beaten directly on the same sugar syrup. Let them spread as much as possible and make sure they absorb the syrup (turning them on both sides). Spread them on a work
surface, and then cut them into 6x6 cm pieces. After filling them with the egg threads roll them up. Spray them with the sugar syrup left over.

Lesson Learned:  When jotting down a recipe that a friend is telling you over the phone, make sure that you specify measurements.  For example:  Is "3 butter," 3 sticks of butter or 3 cups of butter? 

It meant 3 sticks.  Lucky for you, I'm jotting this down for you.  No phone required.




THE RECIPE:

Pre-heat your oven to 350.  Grease and flour a bundt pan.

Cream
          - 3 sticks of softened butter
          - 3 cups of granulated sugar

Add
          - 6 eggs at room temperature
          - 1 t. vanilla (I used 1 t. vanilla sugar and 1/2 vanilla bean because I've yet to find vanilla extract in Spain)

Mix well, then add
          - 1 cup french vanilla flavored CoffeeMate (non-dairy creamer)
          - 3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

Scrape the batter into the prepared pan and bake for one hour at 350 or until a toothpick comes out clean.

My results:  On Sunday (when all shops are closed) I made this cake wrongly interpreting the "3 butter" as 3 cups.  Thankfully, the batter just didn't seem right to me.  It seemed, well, too buttery.   I realized my mistake, but I didn't have 6 eggs left in the house, so I refrigerated what I had, then brought it to room temperature on Monday, added the eggs, and more of everything else (except butter) to make a double recipe, and continued from there.  (Amazingly, this all worked very well.)

My oven cooks horribly, so my bundt was dark on the outside and doughy in the middle very much like a gooey butter cake.  I made mini heart cakes though in three different sizes and they all turned out beautifully.

The flavor is good.  At first I wasn't sure, but it grew on me.  It's rich, so you don't want a huge piece, but a little slice is just wonderful.  I imagine it would be great with ice cream.  It would probably be a good base for a strawberry shortcake as well.  Though it had a rather rough beginning in my kitchen, I do believe this is one I'll make again.  I may have to.  I sent each of my girls with a small heart cake for snack to share with their friends who enjoyed it enough that want their moms to have the recipe.

No, I'm not a fuzzy worm, nor a lady of leisure, yet, somehow, the cherries were lined up for me this week on my little slot machine of coffee dates.  Yes, real work was done around the coffee consumption.  Really, it was.

On Tuesday my bakery is closed (sniff), so I picked up a few random treats to try from a bakery in Betera and had a nice visit over coffee with a friend.  The pastries were bland.  Good.  We didn't eat much.

On Wednesday morning I passed a friend on my way home from the school.  My cell phone rang 20 seconds later.  "Meet me for coffee?"  Do I ever turn down coffee?  Uh, no.  So I had Cafe de Leche and the usual manzana pastry that I always get and grabbed a small Selva Negra cake for another friend who was having a birthday.  Sorry, Germany, this Black Forest cake was the best ever.  I surprised Eva with it at the bus stop in the afternoon and she insisted that I come "help" her eat it.  Do I ever turn down cake?  Uh, well, it would be rude not to, wouldn't it?

On Thursday I had coffee at my bakery with a friend who couldn't make it on Friday as planned so I tried a cappuccino this time to accompany my usual manzana sweet and found that my bakery is one of the very few places in Comunidad Valenciana that actually knows what a cappuccino is.  Delicious.  Burned off the calories shopping at the little Chinese stores here where I finally found bleach, but still can't find measuring cups.  Apparently there is no measuring when cooking in Spain.  Makes sense now that I think about it.  My Spanish friends use normal cups and mugs and spoons - the same ones they use for eating.  It's all proportional.

On Friday I'd actually planned to have coffee with Sue and Eva, so again, I went to my bakery and ordered a cafe con leche and "la manzana" as I now call it because saying what I want is really pretty pointless.  They already know.

On Saturday I needed a couple loaves of pan rustica and our weekly sweets to split and sample, but the pan was still in the oven, so Kirk and I decided to sit and have a coffee and another manzana sweet while we waited for the bread to come out of the oven. 

On Sunday, I stepped on the scale.  Hmmm.  Could Kirk have "rigged" it?   Or perhaps those extra 2 pounds that magically appeared overnight came from somewhere else?  Ugh.  Friendships are fattening.


Saturday's Samples:  The chocolate vanilla cake received a 5/5 approval rating with the crunchy dark chocolate cookie center being the favorite part.  I think the all chocolate version of this same dessert is better though.  The marbled top coffee mousse behind was ok, but neither Tiara nor I liked the texture.  Elise actually, was the only one who really enjoyed this one.  Spring must be coming because this is the first time I've seen strawberries there.  The sweet flaky pastry was topped with a whipped cream that even Tiara liked (she normally doesn't) and fruit.  Delicious.  It got 5/5 yums and the best of the day award.

A couple weeks ago, not long before "The Play," Luci lost her a top tooth.  That night a couple shiny Euro were slipped into the pouch where her tooth had been.  In the morning she was excited, but not as much as I expected.  The tooth fairy always brings a couple nice coins.  Ahhh, but we're in Spain.  The tooth fairy doesn't come to Spain, the Tooth Mouse does!  And, according to Luci's friends, the tooth mouse brings small toys as well.

She came home from school feeling better the next morning.  Her friends had explained that since she just moved to Spain, the Tooth Mouse just gave her a little thing for her first tooth, but that she'd get more with her next tooth.

Last night her other big front tooth fell out.  Unprepared, this tooth mouse scurried this way and that looking for something special that Luci hadn't seen before.  I ended up with two things - a stuffed lion that I didn't give her for Christmas (because the # of gifts has to be even) and a small glass heart paperweight.  The tooth mouse knowing Luci's weakness for all things bling put a couple coins in the pouch and set the pretty glass heart beside it. 

At 1am, Luci woke up, rolled over, looked at the heart, then started talking excitedly.  She was having a "special cuddle night" sleeping in mom's bed.  "Go to sleep, Luci." 

So her friends were right.  The tooth mouse did much better the second time around and the "stash of secret toys" is being prepared.  I'm thrilled to be fulfilling my job as "Mouse," enjoy a new custom, but am thankful that the only one sticking their dainty fingers under my pillow as a clean and sparkly fairy collecting teeth for her castle.  The idea of a large rat scurrying around grabbing teeth from under pillows is a bit revolting.

Like a traveler who returns from a long vacation to the warmth and security of his own bed, I slipped into the comfort of my van's driver's seat today for the first time in 7 weeks.  And oh, it was amazing.  I didn't realize driving a car could be so great, but after the rental and Kirk's truck, my little minivan feels like a pair of good leather shoes.  Warm, cozy, broken in and ready to travel.  So happy. 

Through the noise and crowds on the opposite side of the monastery we found these pots.  This is the core - the basis for the entire festival and something I so wish I could have participated in.  Here, along the wall of the monastery above, these great big cauldrons streamed over wood fires.  Every year they make this stew with pork, vegetables, and rice.  People walked by with small covered pots in their bags.  At the end of the day I saw many people leaving the festival grounds carrying full pots in their hands.  It's a Valencia thing, I was told.  All the small towns in the area will have their own Sant Pere festival and make a big stew for their own village.  If I had a pot with me, I could have taken home some too and oh, it looked so delicious.   One of the older men cooking invited me over the fence to take a photo and see what was inside.  The steam was so thick, the photo I took of the stew itself showed nothing but a hint of yellow through the steam.  He stood there smiling with his long wooden paddle that looked more like a boat oar than a spoon.  Other men stirred the other pots and some came with big bags of rice over their shoulders.  All the pots are inscribed either in Valenciano or Castellano with a title and the date.  One said, "Los Clavarios de San Pedro Nolasco Ano 1977."  My friends had told me before of some smaller villages making a community paella.  This was the community stew and it is really special.  Next year we'll bring a pot.



We told the girls they'd each get two rides.  That was changed to one after I got off the Alcatraz feeling as green as the cage I'd been tossed around in.  That and the noise akin to a bomb blast in my ear.   The Spanish are loud.  Events here make my teeth hurt.  That cage in front of the old monastery is a lot more intense than it looks.  Luci wanted to go on it, but needed an adult -  me.  That box swings down so fast that you're lifted up in the cage and thrown around.  It took all my strength to keep my feet planted so that I could watch out for Luci and the other flying kids in the cage with us.  Blech.  I'm not as young as I used to be.  The Spanish girls were sweet though.  One asked Luci in English if she was scared.  Not my Luci, she's not scared of anything.  She was calm and enjoyed it.  I stumbled out queasy.  The good/bad thing about this carnival is that the rides last at least 2-3x as long as rides in the US.  Great if you love it, bad if you're ill.  Thankfully, the next ride didn't need adult supervision, so Arianna and Elise could go round and around in circles on the dragon roller coaster without me.  The really cool thing is that the dragon came with balloons.  The attendant tied big punching balloons to the sides before each ride and at the end each child got to take one home.  Extra long rides with souvenirs, very cool.

In Spain, there seems to be quite a disparity between the upper class and the lower class.  At least here in Valencia, that is true.  And if you are upper class, you want everyone to know it.  Here at this carnival with crowds, noise, trash and sticky greasy foods, were women in $300 designer dresses, full length fur coats (yes, real), spike heals, silk blouses, and all the accessories to match.  They dressed their children the same.  Tiny girls in stockings, boots, frilly dresses, and fancy wool coats going on rides and eating cotton candy.  I suppose in my $2.50 Old Navy flip-flops, I was a bit out of place.  Must remember that I'm in Spain and not Seattle.  Here, women dress very nicely just to walk outside.  There is no casual in public and even blue jeans are worn with stilletos.  This is why I dress up now to pick up my girls from school birthday parties. 

Festival food = Churros regular or extra fat, plain or filled with custard and chocolate cream,  buñelos (like New Orlean's beignets), palmolitas (popcorn), french fries, hot dogs, hamburgers, and cotton candy.  I had amazing churros in Germany made by a Spanish friend.  So far all those I've tried here have been crunchy, greasy, and flavorless.  Next time we'll skip the grease and just get the soup.

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