A glorious, awe-inspiring destiny for three eggs and three potatoes chosen among the best of the best and blessed with the stardust of a fellow salt shaker in a bath of liquid gold. Without them, such a great accomplishment would certainly never have been possible.
I cooked it around a month ago. Many may follow, but this one will always keep a special place in my heart (and my stomach). I first thought of keeping it for posterity, either cryogenically frozen or perhaps even mummified (you know, sort of museum-like) but I finally decided against this option and I ate it all myself. Sounds pretty greedy, doesn’t it?... Well, it actually was. If you don´t believe me, just go and ask any of the members of the exotic-yet-lovable bug population in my kitchen who, much to their own regret, contemplated my banquet in sheer astonishment without ever getting to taste even the smallest of crumbs.
Whatever it may be, I took this picture of the moment and I want to share it with you, my dear blog friends as a gesture of appreciation for your fidelity and apasionate support:
You know what they say... now that the tortilla secrets have been mastered, I only need to have a child, write a book and plant a tree before I can reasonably expect to die in peace. Of course, I don’t want to seem overly optimistic, but I would tentatively say that "the difficult part" has already been done. Watch out world, here I come !! ;-)
Je je je je, ¿quién no recuerda su primera tortilla de patatas? Yo hice una una vez en España y me salió en plan "migajas de tortilla de patatas". He tenido que esperar a venir a California para conseguir cocinar una con forma decente (mi versión es: patatas, cebolla y calabacín). Es la reostia, porque es barata, fácil de preparar y a los americanos les encanta. Pero yo creo que esta gente es fácilmente impresionable: el otro día una compañera de clase mía flipó porque había preparado la mayonesa yo misma. Tampoco es que sea tan complicado...
Un beso Paco, de MJ
You have been living on your one for three years (or more), and that is your first Spanish omelette???
OK, I can't speak because I have never done an Spanish omelette. But I still live with my parents, I have an excuse :-D
The spanish omelette was one of my first attemps on the culinary arts when I arrived at France.
Sadly, my turn-on-the-air technique was not completely mastered at that time... Half of it falled over my naked right arm leaving a beatifull burn mark. It is still there :)
The second one was much better, but I have never tried to turn it gain like that.
:)
Better late than never, right Gema? ;-)
I guess that if I keep this learning rate I may reasonably expect to be capable of cooking a paella before my children graduate from college...
Fortunately, jamón serrano (which is my other great Spanish gastronomical fetish) needs not be cooked !!
:-)
DEar friends:
the final frontier: "mastering the paella"