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Published 2005
The tile roof and tower of the colorful Casa Batlló, a flamboyant apartment house in Barcelona designed by
The New Spanish Table is the result of my two decades of travel in Spain, an exhilarating odyssey across one of the world’s greatest foodscapes. The first time I visited the country was in the early eighties, as it was awakening from the isolation and destitution of the Franco years. I was instantly smitten with the regional rigor, the immense pull of traditions, the purity and warmth of the food culture. I became hooked on the rustic asadores of Castile where macho maestros roasted suckling lamb in wood-burning ovens. When I visited Valencia and Alicante expecting to find only one kind of paella, I stumbled upon whole cults devoted to rice. In the Basque country, I went crazy for pinxtos, the ornate local version of tapas. In Catalonia I marveled at the Mediterranean grace of the coastal cocina and at the intriguing inland combinations like salt cod with honey or rabbit with chocolate. In Andalusia I ate my way through an encyclopedia of gazpachos and stayed up until madrugada (dawn) gulping sherry at smoky flamenco dives.
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