I was in my backyard this afternoon doing the annual Spring-time edging, when the shadow of my neighbor Jesús appeared from behind the brezo.
“Sal…¡ven! ¡Ven aquí!”
I dropped my shovel and walked over to his house. Jesús whipped-out a cylindrical, foil-covered package and handed it to me.
“Wild boar sausage. I killed it myself. Very good with a glass of wine.”
I don’t know how many Hashers suffered bullet wounds so that I could be eating wild boar sausage (and drinking a glass of wine) while typing this post…but it was indeed a worthy sacrifice.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again…Jesús is just alright with me.
Wait wait wait!
You eat the boar, I’ll have the wine … I’m thinking of writing a post, surely this means I get to share Sal’s supper? And I’m first to graffiti the post sooooooooooo …
You can have the wine, Lady Di. I still have 9/10 bottle of Absinthe sitting in the basement.
Still waiting on that instructional vegemite post…
Vegemite …
How do I know I can trust you not to get impatient and just lick the Vegemite straight off the knife then complain about how bad it tastes? I’m not sure you take instruction.
Hmmm, but you offered the wine … okay I’ll work on an instructional Vegemite post on the morrow but be warned, once smitten the craving will be worse than your accepting-peanut-butter-from-missionaries craving. You know it, don’t you … you’ll become one of the lost Vegemite souls wandering the world and sighing for Vegemite.
‘Culi’ … how does ‘culi’ turn into ‘ass’? She has a culinary blog, I thought you might enjoy it.
Lady Di:
I’ve already learned my lesson about vegemite. Taking a full mouthful is the type of mistake that you only make once.
I’ll make a deal with you. If you publish a Vegemite 101 post, then I’ll go out and buy a jar of it (or a jar of Marmite, or whatever the hell I can find in Spain). I’ll follow you instructions to the letter, and then I’ll report my findings to the blogosphere.
But more important than that…millions of Google searches will find their way to your instructional post. A whole new vegemite generation will be born…and they’ll have you to thank for it.
I mean, they’ll have ME to thank for it…because this is the fifh time I’ve asked you for it.
Man does not live on peanut butter alone…although I’d love to try.
Sal (Vege-less)
Marmite is something else … that’s a whole other instructional post.
Okay, let me work with my technicians and I’ll see what I can come up with.
Thought I’d come and have a peek at your blog. Very nice. I’ll definetely have to come back. That sausage looks delicious and I’m sure even better with the wine.
OooOoo boar sausage! I’ve always wanted to try boar. I’m even equipped with a bow and 12 arrows just in case I happen to become aquainted with the opportunity to acquire a boar! ;o) Looks like that one was done “sobrasada” style? Smoked? Lucky man!
Everytime I come here, you make me a) want to eat some tapas, b) want to get drunk, or c) both.
(Maybe there’s more Hemingway in me than I thought?)
I’m a little skeptical of boar but I’m assuming it tastes a bit like regular pork?
We ate boar sausage in Romanian hunting lodges when we lived there. I remember having to really pull it with your teeth!
Canadan Swiss: So…we finally meet. I’ve seen you floating around other expat blog comment boards. Any friend of la familia TBF is a friend of ours.
Granny Jo: It wasn’t smoked, but it was definitely heavy on the paprika. Kinda like a boar pepperoni. Watch those arrows. You’ll shoot your eye out.
Ang: Oh yeah?! Well…every time I visit YOUR blog, I want to ride around on a Vespa with Audrey Hepburn’s delicate, milky-white hands wrapped around my 78 inch waist. I mean…centimeters.
Mmmmm…Audrey Hepburn. [Imagine Homer Simpson’s voice.]
Traveller One: Romanian hunting lodge?! Did you drink tuica? BTW…after pulling the beer cap off with my teeth, the sausage was a breeze.
Someday you’ll have to tell us how you ended up in Albania.
Sal
I’ve eaten this kind of sausage before in a restaurant in Vancouver, of all places, and it was very good, but I don’t think it was made by a guy called Jesús.
Save some of that for when Angie and I come over to have absinthe cocktails with your cats.
I must agree wholeheartedly with Angie.. just a picture of a ‘real’ chorizo makes my mouth water, and my mind crave a good ‘tapateo’ in my favorite Tapas bar in Donosti (the capital of tapateo…with no doubt the best pinchos in the world).
Perhaps a nice bottle of Ribera del Duero Tinto, some pinchos (can sex ever be so good??) and a lazy afternoon.
*note to self… gotta get out that CV to Spanish foundrys*
I’ve been very, very quiet and didn’t even spoil the Absinthe post – although all those European types always have a headstart anyway!
But this, this looks so great – wish I’d had some for the Amarone tasting!
BeePee
That actually looks really good. I miss good sausages like what you get in Switzerland and France… I guess spain has lots too…
wild boar sausage and wine?! mmmm…i likes me some jesus too:)