Vegetables

Oven baked eggplant, Mama Ía blog

Oven Baked Eggplant with Pimentón, one of two sibling sides

Oven baked eggplant, Mama Ía blogI have a section in the Mama Ía blog called IDIOSYNCRASIES (click here). It is there that I talk about certain aspects of Spanish life and culture that are different from those of the United States, and that somehow have caught my attention. Some of those aspects merit a whole section or post about them, like the way we celebrate Holy Week (more…)

Pork tenderloin with chestnut sherry sauce

Pork Tenderloin with Chestnut and Sherry Sauce

Pork tenderloin with chestnut sherry sauceWhat a beautiful time of the year this is —and this week in particular, a week of anticipation, of preparations, for the big day on Christmas, if you celebrate it. The music in the stores, and in many radio stations, puts me in a happy mood, in an expectant mood. Maybe you’re traveling to see family. Maybe relatives are coming to spend some time with you. Or your (more…)

Tomato and onion salad, Mama ía

Tomato and Onion Salad, always reliable

dsc_0479webI was hesitant to post the recipe for tomato and onion salad, because honestly, it can’t really be called a recipe. After all, I’m just slicing and tossing together ingredients, there’s no elbow grease, not much elaboration, and the key is in the ingredients, which have to be of the best quality. But when I think about salads in general, (more…)

Summer potato salad, Mama Ía

Summer Potato Salad, and a day in Peñíscola

Summer potato salad, Mama ÍaI don’t know if it’s just me, but I associate potatoes more with fall and winter than with summer. When I think of potatoes, I imagine some deliciously roasted chunks, drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with rosemary, baked to perfection, with a soft, moist inside and a somewhat crusty outside. And yet, potatoes appear in salads all through the summer, from (more…)

Grilled Lamb Chops, Mama Ía

Barbacoa in Onteniente, and some Birthdays

Grilled Lamb Chops, Mama ÍaI remember vividly my brother-in-law Jorge’s comments on his first visit to our house in Indiana a number of years ago. It was with the occasion of a very American ritual: the barbecue. Jorge, a veterinarian turned the purchasing director at the meat department of a large Spanish supermarket chain, and who, since the last couple of years (more…)

Piquillo pepper and eggplant toasts, Mama ía

Piquillo Pepper and Eggplant Toasts —and hiking to Santa Lucía in Alcocebre, Spain

Piquillo pepper and eggplant toasts, Mama íaI’m writing this as I’ve just sat down, trying to catch my breath after the hike to la ermita de Santa Lucía, Saint Lucia chapel in Alcocebre, Spain. The breathlessness is real, as the hike is a steep one, trying to navigate rocks, some of them part of a glacier plateau, and bushes of wild rosemary and the many other varieties of wild herbs and low Mediterranean pine trees (more…)

Patatas bravas, Mama ía

Patatas Bravas, on Every Tapas Menu

Patatas Bravas, Mama íaThis post is for my older sons. In honor of them, yes, of course. But more than that, to quiet their disappointment. You see, I have been posting on Mama Ía blog for months, the food of Spain, but also the dishes I’ve been cooking in America for years, the Spanish way. Yet for my sons, cooking Spanish is cooking the traditional (more…)

Sweet potato salad with sherry vinaigrette

Two Sweet Potato and Bacon Salad with Sherry Coriander Vinaigrette

Sweet potato salad with sherry dressing, Mama íaI am in a salad kind of mood these days. It must be the spring, which is still fighting to deserve its name, having just lived through a weekend of cold temperatures, wind and rain. I know it’s there, around the corner, and the anticipation of the opening of the outdoor farmers market on Barr Street in Fort Wayne keeps me hopeful.  (more…)

Spicy pork chops and asparagus with manchego

Spicy Pork Chops and Roasted Asparagus with Manchego, dinner in thirty minutes

Spicy pork chops and asparagus with manchegoWhen I moved to North America years ago, I had to get used to things that were done differently than in Spain or any other place I had lived in. One of them was schedules, or rather, the times when regular daily activities like meals were done. Lunch in Spain rarely happens before 2 PM, and dinner not before 9 PM, at the earliest. I’m not saying (more…)