I have always so loved food on so many levels–from production to harvest to preparation to consumption–as far back into my childhood as I can remember.
I think, along with love shared with other people, it is right up there with the very best of this planet and one of the top three treasures of being alive.
So it was quite fun when I stepped out the front door of my hotel this morning into this marketplace.
To find the many colors of the transformed Spanish sunlight run through the prism of the local crops. So here is a sample f this palette that I love:
I really don’t know how they do it–feed a whole country, probably a whole continent, with fresh, delicious, straightforward, organic and unprocessed food. In all the miles I have walked across the north of this country–almost two-thirds of the way so far, and all of it through food producing fields–I have only smelled agricultural chemicals once.
And every meal I have eaten, save one, has proved–by the taste and the way it fortifies and makes me feel good–that food is so respected here and it is held, and served, with pride. Love it.
My young country has a lot to learn…
Best chips I ever ate!