Wednesday 14 March
We came back from the dentist with bright shiny teeth and began to think of things to get wedged in between them. So a couple of slices of Mr. Pig's slow-smoked brisket, the last pieces of the mac 'n' cheese 'n' ham, the last scoop of the chickpeas (now stew, not soup), the last smear of the green olive and artichoke tapenade Holt made months ago, a few marinated olives, and a bit of goat cheese on the last of the brown bread. The chickpeas, tapenade, and olives allowed us to call it tapas, rather than "cleaning out the refrigerator" or "limpiar la nevera" as we say in Spanish (literally "the snows are limpid"; Spanish is such a poetic language).
¡Viva España!
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