*This blog post was written when I studied abroad in Granada in 2009. Though it is certainly not up to the quality of the articles I currently write, I didn’t want to lose the humble beginnings of this blog (at the time called European Escapades). Bear this in mind, and check back, as I plan to write more informative posts with photographs about many of the places I visited while studying abroad.*
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, thank god I have a strong stomach, or a bit of all three.
Today we had the 2nd lunch that made my stomach lurch upon seeing it. Let me briefly recap the first lunch, so we can move on to this one. I think it was last week. I walked into the dining/living room to see two entire fish bodies on my plate, with no heads. I thanked the powers above that Amalia didn’t serve them with heads, but then my thoughts immediately went to the fact that there were two mostly whole fish on my plate. As I have previously mentioned, I gave into eating fish while on this trip since it’s a big part of the diet. But my preference definitely lies with seafood, not fish. I waited for Amalia to start eating her fishys as I literally had no idea how to eat them, and basically struggled it down, praying that she never served fish bodies again.
My prayers went unheard. Today I sat down at the table and Amalia brought out a pan of fried fish. Not like, fish-n-chips fried fish, like literal entire fishes, fried and crispy. Without heads again (thanks). These fish were approximately the size of a your middle finger, and she filled my plate with them, maybe 20-25 fish. She said they were sardinias, which I am assuming is sardines. I panicked and started eating bread and eating my mushy tomato/red pepper salad (which I also really don’t like much because the red peppers are pickled and mushy and sickly sweet). I watched Amalia eat her first fish. In it’s entirety, minus the tail. bones and all. I almost died. I think she sensed my hesitance and she asked if I liked it and I told her I didn’t know. She asked if I wanted something else, and I didn’t want to be a brat, and I hadn’t even tried it yet, so I told her it was fine. If i would have said anything more then “esta bien” I think I would have actually started crying, cause I could feeling that tight feeling in my throat. But really I was wishing the sardines would morph into the most American food ever. I stared at the plate some more and decided I would have to eat some, or it would become increasingly obvious that I wanted to die.
If I didn’t think about it, the fish tasted okay. I tried my hardest to concentrate on Buen de la Ley (the jerry springer/judge judy show we always watch during lunch). Though, as I tried to figure out why the daughter wanted to forbid her mother from using the internet in their house, I couldn’t stop thinking about the crunch. I tried to tell myself it was the fried-ness of them, but I knew it was the bones. Amalia said that their spines are good for you because they have a lot of “fósforo” which I can only assume means phosphorous. Is that actually good for you? blech. After I ate all the smallest ones, I couldn’t deal with the ones that would require more than one bite and I had to stop. Amalia and Sarah had basically finished their plates and she obviously knew I was struggling, because she kindly told me “thank you for trying it, now I know not to make this kind of food again.” As she cleared or plates to go get the fruit for dessert, I almost lost it. I made eye contact with Sarah who said “it’s good if you don’t think about it” and I started cracking up. But it was pretty much a hysterical laughter, and I was definitely semi-crying. I quickly wiped my eyes before Amalia came back, and focused on Buen de la Ley again.
All in all, I was a fucking trooper today. I want Panera.