When Hadley and her classmates take a tour of Barcelona in Twilight Cave: The Scourge Of Catalonia (Book 1) the unpleasant Mrs. Holstein and her suck-up teacher's pet, Tiffany Kistlebutt make interesting choices for lunch:
"Why don't you watch me order, children, and then you can learn something. Ah, Pescaditos Frito. That will be small pieces of fried fish, I expect. Like fish sticks. I shall have those..."
I don't think that this was what Mrs. Holstein had in mind.
...a large pile of tiny fish; two inches long, dipped in batter, and then fried whole. You could still see their little fins, their little tails, and their beady little eyes looking up at you from the plate.
Tiffany Kistlebutt was sure she could do better:
"Let me try to translate this one, Mrs. Holstein. I think it says "Fish and Potatoes - a Catalonian specialty." I expect that will be their version of fish and chips."
Tiffany's meal was also not what she had in mind:
A large chunk of tough-looking cod, complete with wrinkly skin and bones sticking out, sat on top of a piece of bread floating in a yellow oily broth in which several boiled potatoes and some pieces of hard-boiled egg floated. Tiffany pushed herself back from the table, and looked as though she was going to be sick. Hadley felt like her own day was steadily improving.
Both of these were meals that I tried when I visited Barcelona. I must admit that they were NOT my favorites! I also did not like the pile of rubbery pieces of Cuttlefish:
But don't get me wrong, most of the food that I ate in Barcelona and the surrounding area was absolutely delicious. The descriptions that I give of the preparations of tapas in the kitchens of Casa Segovia were based very closely on some of the wonderful meals.
Alina arranged mushrooms, baby squid, olives, chunks of cod or pork and cherry tomatoes on a skewer, rolled it in smoked paprika, and then put it on a platter to pass to one of the cooks... Someone pulled from the oven a tray stacked with baked onions stuffed with spinach and pine nuts, and roast aubergines with goat cheese and anchovy fillets. The salty, oily smells made Alina's mouth water. On the table behind her someone was slicing Catalonian black sausage and laying slivers of smoked eels on top of toasted bread with a scoop of fig marmalade piled on top of that. And on the nearby stove one of the other teenage girls was stirring pots containing all the wonderful sauces that got poured over the tapas before they were served. Alina could smell plum sauce, the fiery tomato allioli for the toast potatas bravas, and a tangy green puree of lentils and garlic.
If you get a chance to visit Barcelona be sure to go to a Tapas restaurant and sample a few of the amazing dishes that they produce. Although some of them may be weird, most all of them are wonderful































