Day 3 End

I arrived in Viskarret just in time to check in to my guest house. I was glad to follow my instincts instead of Google, which for some reason wanted to send me down the street to the wrong place. I had my first full conversation in Spanish with my host, and I estimate that I understood 90% of what she said. She was nice about it! As you’ll see here, my private bedroom is lovely, and I’ll be the only one snoring! Not every night’s accommodation will be interesting enough to note, but I have to tell you about my culinary adventure.

There isn’t much in this village and I don’t think the bar is open for dinner. The guest house has a kitchen with basic tools plus oil, vinegar, and salt. I walked down to the supermercado to find the door locked. A Californian woman found the owner and established that the store was indeed open and we were able to shop. I kind of thought the shop was about to close (this was unclear) so I hurried to make my choices.

It felt like a Guy Fieri challenge! Time clock running, I couldn’t find a produce section or frozen veggies, no processed food (I didn’t feel like a frozen pizza), and anything I buy I need to be able to eat or carry with me, which eliminates seasonings. What would you cook?

I grabbed a packet of spaghetti, a can of whole tomatoes, a can of beans, a jar of pepper strips, a bit of cheese, and a baguette and a yogurt for breakfast. The baguettes were in a basket, no little bags, so I then walked back to my guest house carrying a baguette. The cost was just over 10 euros.

I cooked the spaghetti while I broke down and cooked the tomatoes and added salt plus the rest of the ingredients for a sauce. Only used half the beans and a small amount of the peppers, but hopefully someone can use the rest of the peppers. I can finish the cheese tomorrow. It wasn’t bad! was hungry, though, so most things would’ve tasted good.Leggi altro