Guess! Who is the only person in
this world that you invite home and first of all tells you that the bed is too
close to the floor, the living room has too many windows and you should clean
your wardrobes? That is it, your mother! The only person in this world that can
criticize even your choice of underwear because, besides the fact that is your
mummy and you love her, you know she will take a cloth and make your home and
your child spotless.
My mother has been in Nuremberg three weeks and in that time we had the
opportunity to hear things like “potatos are too small in Germany ”, “what
you mean, paying for parsley? In Spain you get it for free in the
fish shop”, “food coloring for paella. Ask in the Turkish shop, they will
know”, “your freezer freeze too much, you need a non-fos” “¡Congrio! ¡Coooongrio! No way, this girl does not understand
anything”. This is of course independent of the country. When she was in Prague
we had to hear “¡look, people eat dark bread, like in the war!”, “you can tell
this is a poor country, the zebra painting is already fading” and “baf, so much
talking about Prague and what do you see? A river, a theater… we also have
those in Valladolid !”
Once
thing I don’t take too well is that since she became Granma started behaving as
if she could cook. Yes, the same person that used to buy omelettes in the bar
instead of preparing them home suddenly talks to me as if one of my life goals
should be to know if which shop tomatoes are cheaper (Netto, apparently).
My mother
and cooking… my mother is the only person I know that can consistently make
pasta with tomato uneatable. My friends still remember how patiently she
explained them the recipe for a green salad with shrimps. Of course who says
shrimps says chicken or boiled eggs… she is a very resourceful woman. She is
even able to cook “paella” in twenty minutes and add olives to it (bone
included) without any further consideration. However, in fact, that does not
bother me at all. To me, growing up it was just exemplary. I learned a woman
needs to get a salary in order for her to buy croquettes in the bar and serve
them to the family without any bad conscience.
Anyway,
truth is that my mother was really helpful all weeks here. She made sure there
was something hot in the table every day, for a whole month Daniel has gone to
the krippe with his hair brushed and the only downside has been to apologize to
the cleaning lady “that lazy girl that does not do anything”. We can’t
complain. If it wasn’t for her we would have never noticed we had five glasses
of cocktail salsa in the fridge.
Here I
leave some recipes from my mom, all of them real life-savers.
Cauliflower with mayonnaise (or oil and vinegar) – Put into a pot with shimmering
water one cauliflower, a few carrots and a few potatoes, all of it cut
into pieces. When it is fairly soft serve it and add mayonnaise. For an exotic
touch, add into the water some instant soup. It is a lot better if you have a
pressure cooker, because, how can you live without a pressure cooker?
Black
beer salmon – Put
into a pot with simmering water a few onions cut in four, a few salmon filets
and a can of black beer. Wait for an hour (or ten minutes in the express
cooker). Voilà!
Wine
carrots – Re-read
the previous recipe. Replace salmon (that in Germany is expensive and not fresh
anyway) with carrots, and the beer for a glass of white wine. Bon appétit!
Green salad with shrimps – Add in a salad bowl lettuce, tomato, cucumber, onion if
you like, and peeled, cooked shrimps. During Christmas you can put the salad
into an avocado for added effect. Be careful with the sauce! It is not easy to
mix in the right proportions ketchup and mayonnaise.
Escalivada – For fans of the nouvelle cuisine, this is a twist on the classic
chopped and fried vegetables. You basically
cut the ingredients in bigger pieces and put them in the oven with oil instead,
because, my child, when you are working you don’t have time for anything.
Paella –
I do not have the recipe for this one, but I have a picture. You are welcome to
reverse-engineer-it
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