I´m going away for a few days, again.
For some unexplained reason, they love me in the Levante. Either that, or they´ve discovered that I don´t know how to say no. So every year they drag me there, after the manner of wild horses, to talk to kids with the amiable intention of instilling in them a passion for literature.
Since I only have two modes of delivery, rapid-fire speech or total silence, I don´t think I´m a bit hit. But they don´t mind. As long as they can fill slots for Book Day Week, the publisher wallahs are happy. And since we´ve sold 4500 copies of Platero y Yo in Orihuela alone, this year I get a double bill.
If I can find some wi-fi, I´ll blog. I guess I´ll be pretty lonely, so you´ll be subjected to ramblings about hotel breakfasts. Or maybe I´ll delve into the Alicante rice culture. In that case, I promise not to be a total bore and insist on talking about the “paella” and “paellera” thing. Scout´s honour.
What I will try to do is eat as much of it as I can, and maybe conquer my fears enough to try and cook one when I get back.
For now, I´ll cheekily leave you with a link to the only levantine recipe I´ve done here, fideuá . I have to hoard my ideas and string them out, people, for tomorrow the lobstersquad turns ONE, and I don´t want to run out of ideas!