Whadda We Got That Spain Ain’t Got? Borscht!
It’s August and I keep thinking about cold gazpacho. I picture myself gulping it under the shade of a fig tree. But I’m stuck in New York City right now, and, at least down here below penthouse level, we don’t have many fig trees. And what’s worse this year: we don’t have tomatoes; there’s a tomato blight on. For once, rather than whining about what they’ve got that we ain’t got, I’m endeavoring to change my inner tune. Today, borscht is my song. This one goes out to my Spanish friends who do love beets, thank you very much, in their potato salad, and who have, after all, become suckers for foods with other-worldly looks, con un abrazo, desde Nueva York — toma ya, Ferrán: (more…)
