This is Mallorca.
Waking up early, my
„roommate“ and I packed our beach bags and (I with a mug of steaming, instant
coffee) headed towards water.
The 20 minute walk (or
8 minute jog) takes us past dry fields, decrepit stone walls, a
well-taken-care-of finca or two, a dirt-y pasture, home to a large black,
grunting sow and her 9 ultra-cute, black piglets (who in the heat of the day
sleep in a black heap, piled on top of each other, under a large almond
tree). As we draw nearer we glimpse
moments of turquoise and rock through the massive agave plants and olive trees.
We turn a corner and
see the cove. Standing at the top of a
long, steep path of stone steps, we stop and stare and listen. It is all incredible. And, I think it’s the colour of the water
which makes it so. The intermittent dark
and light, pure and clean, turquoise. It
looks almost unnatural. The waves crash
in white sprays against the smoothed out edges of the high cliffs. The narrow, sandy beach at the head of the
cove is empty, save for an ancient-looking spanish man standing on the rocks
staring out to sea. I have a feeling he
comes here every morning. It is still
early and most holiday-ers are enjoying their sleep. But not us.
After a few hours we
return to our finca. The other 4 mädels
(women) are up, milling about, chattering about this and that, casually
prepping the outdoor breakfast table.
And then after breakfast we all, casually, without plan, take our places around the blue, clear pool. We lie, sit, swim. At one point, I look up from my Dick Francis
novel (auf Deutsch) and notice that we are all bikini-clad,
sun-screen-lathered, skin glistening in the heat, lying on our beach chair
recliner things (what are those called?) with our feet pointing in to one
common centre. Except for one of us (who
shall not be named) who is curled up under a massive, down blanket with her
head nestled into a big pillow. She is
cold.
Here is a recipe for you to enjoy, as we did more than once:
500 g Pimientos de Padron (a more glamourous name than their English equivalent...small, green peppers)
2
EL Olivenöl (2 T olive oil)
Meersalz (coarse sea salt)
Baguettebrot und schwarze Kalamata-Oliven zum
Servieren
(serve with baguette and black, Kalamata olives)
(serve with baguette and black, Kalamata olives)
Zubereitung von
Pimentos de Padron:
Paprika waschen und trocken tupfen. Öl
in einer Pfanne erhitzen. Paprika darin unter Wenden 2–3 Minuten braten, bis
sie Blasen werfen. Herausnehmen, mit Meersalz würzen.
Preparation:Wash the peppers and pat dry. Heat oil in a frying pan. Then fry the peppers, turning constantly for 2-3 minutes, until the peppers sweat and start blistering. Remove from heat and sprinkle with sea salt. Serve with baguette and olives. Ola!
Preparation:Wash the peppers and pat dry. Heat oil in a frying pan. Then fry the peppers, turning constantly for 2-3 minutes, until the peppers sweat and start blistering. Remove from heat and sprinkle with sea salt. Serve with baguette and olives. Ola!
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