Dia del libro
I´m only just about recovering from the mega-bash that was the wedding last Saturday. Family weddings are great fun, but navigating the potential minefield that is a marquee-ful of aunts while under the influence of a few G&Ts is quite draining. I think I scattered dinner invitations like confetti, and now I can´t scoop the little things up.
I´m still in a rather delicate state of health, so instead of talking about food, I´ll remind you that today is Book Day. In Spain we are being barraged with talk of Cervantes right, left, and centre.
We´ve had lentils for lunch, which nobody had planned, but is actually a very Quixote dish, mentioned on page 1, no less.
In Madrid, bookshops will be open til midnight. Why anyone should want to buy books at 23:45 rather than 11:45 beats me, but there you have it.
If you can´t face the whole culture vulture scenario, here´s a nice little bookish article for cooks, from The New Yorker, direct to your computer.