One of the best consumer item ideas I’ve seen recently is the mini champagne bottle. It’s the size and volume, 25 cl, of a normal Spanish beer bottle, smaller than what other countries use (33 cl, I think). It’s enough to completely fill one glass of champagne. You see, the problem with champagne is that, once you pop the cork on a normal bottle, you really have to drink the entire bottle, because otherwise it loses its carbonation. Between just two people, one bottle of champagne is finishable, but it will leave you both pretty tipsy. That’s why these little serving sizes are so nice. They are sold in three-packs at the local grocer. (more…)
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Today I’m going to share a little joke that my father-in-law tells every time someone makes the clichÃ©d comment of “No, I can’t go to [wherever], you’ll have to drink my drink for me.” It’s a pretty good joke. When you retell it, you should change the foreign land and the drinks ordered to fit your culture.
Whenever we go south to Extremadura, we always bring back liters upon liters of extra virgin olive oil and wine. I don’t actually have any photos of the place where I bought the wine I brought back, but I do have a good anecdote.
We traveled to the nearby town of Esparragosa de la Serena. The name is related to asparagus plants. Apparently the place we’ve bought wine in the past is no longer there, so we had to just park in the middle of the town and ask someone. At twelve noon, it was already pretty hot and the streets of the small town were deserted. Finally we found a gentleman sitting in his doorway. We asked him, “Excuse me, we’re looking to buy some wine. Can you direct us to someone that has wine to sell?” The man said, “No.”
At the risk of my dear readers thinking I’m a drunk slob, I’ll share this grape-based epiphany.
Last week, a glass that had contained some wine was left out for a few days and the remaining wine almost dried up completely. The result was this accidental work of art. (more…)
On Sunday, we had dinner in a restaurant with Marga’s aunt and grandfather. The meal was good, but unremarkable. As we were leaving the restaurant, I spotted the most horrible porrÃ³n ever, sitting up on a shelf. It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing.
Warning, what you’re about to see may cause nightmares. (more…)
This weekend, we went to Mondragon to celebrate the birthday of Marce, (Marga’s mother) Alejo (a friend of the family), and InÃ©s (Marga’s aunt). Today is also Mother’s Day in Spain.
On Saturday afternoon, Marga had the idea to go bowling at the mall in Santander. It was a dark and rainy day, and it turned out that quite a few other people had the same idea. We had to take a number and wait an hour to get a lane. I think this was the second time ever that Juan and Marce have bowled, and I was there for their first time, two years ago. My experience as a member of a bowling league when I was 12 (or 10?) shone through, and I put up two scores of 168, which is pretty good, considering that my personal best, from 15 years ago, is 185. In the second game, I almost had a turkey in the tenth, if you know what that means… My performance at the lanes, having not bowled in two years, and my memory of salsa dance steps when we went out last Thursday, combined with my ability to play golf once a year with very little skill degradation, has convinced me that I have better-than-average neuromuscular facilitation.