Christmas is fast approaching and Joan and I have been resident here in Santa Luzia almost nine months now and whilst my Portuguese vocabulary has improved significantly my grammar has not fared so well.
The problem is simply too many people speak English and whenever attempts are made to speak the local tongue they obligingly switch and reply in English which normally puts my attempts at Portuguese to shame.
This coming week sees many regular visitors and friends arriving to celebrate Christmas in S.L. and on Friday the celebrations commence in earnest with the opening of "Santa Luzia- Vila Natal" the parish council's (Junta De Freguesia) latest initiative.
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Speaking in Tongues.
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
Fish Stew
The temperatures here in Portugal have been astronomical over the past few weeks and it really has been too hot to do anything. I have not cast a line into the sea for at least six weeks but some time ago a friend who had had a particularly good catch gave me about 5 kilo of fish consisting mainly of mackerel and Peixe Aranha.
Now Piexe Aranha (literal translation "Spider fish") is a relative of the Weever fish and like the weever it carries an array of spines on its dorsal fin that inject a toxin and can lead to a nasty sting requiring urgent medical attention.
Great care is required when handling this fish as the spines remain toxic long after the fish is dead and they are sharp and sturdy enough to penetrate the thickest of gloves and even shoes.
However, devoid of it's spines the flesh of Piexe Aranha is a perfectly acceptable substitute for the usual species that grace the average English fish and chip shop. Thus we were under no illusion what to do with that element of the catch.
The mackerel however presented a slightly different problem and I began casting around for recipes to use up the bounteous amounts of fish.
The one I liked best was a traditional Catalan recipe for Mackerel and Potato stew with a simple sauce of tomatoes, paprika and parsley. I made the recipe and we enjoyed a good lunch with some fresh crusty bread but the sauce for me was just a little too simple and I promised myself that next time I did the dish I would add some body and a little umph!
That next time arrived today and with the addition of onions, extra garlic and Piri-Piri sauce I transformed the Spanish middle-weight into a Portuguese heavyweight.
Mackerel Potato and Piri-Piri stew. |
SERVES 2
- 6 small mackerel (about half a kilo)
- 300g potatoes
- 2 large garlic cloves
- 1 large white onion
- 2 tablespoons fresh chopped parsley
- 1 large peeled tomato
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 teaspoon sweet paprika
- half a teaspoon Piri-piri sauce
- 600ml fish stock
- 2 teaspoons cornflour
- 1 teaspoon mayonaise
METHOD
- Cut the head and tail off the fish.Cut down the belly of the fish and remove the insides and rinse under running water to remove any blood. (You can get your fishmonger to do this if you prefer)
- peel and cut the potatoes into 3cm cubes. Finely chop the onion and garlic. Finely chop the tomato.
- Put a large pan over a medium heat and add the oil. Add the garlic and onion. As soon as the garlic and onion begins to brown add most of the chopped parsley and the tomato. Cook this mixture for another five minutes or so then stir in the paprika. add the potatoes and stir until well coated with the garlic, onion , paprika and tomato mix.Pour in half the fish stock bring to the boil and then simmer for about 20 minutes or until the potatoes are just tender.
- Season the mackerel with sea salt and black pepper and add to the pan along with the remainder of the fish stock. Simmer gently for about 5 minutes.
- Mix the cornflour with a little cold water until smooth and stir into the pan.Stir carefully so the potato and mackerel do not break up.Add the Piri-piri sauce and cook gently for five more minutes or until the fish is opaque and parts easily from the backbone.
- Loosen the mayonnaise in a dish with a little of the sauce then add to the pan. Once again stir carefully to avoid breaking up the fish and potatoes but take care that the mayonnaise does not form unsightly lumps.
- Serve the stew in shallow bowls with fresh crusty bread and finish the dish by sprinkling with the remaining chopped parsley.
Thursday, 1 August 2013
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Expoluzia
I will have to find time in this busy schedule next week to take in the delights and many diversions of EXPOLUZIA.
The week before the traditional Festa Dos Pescadores (Fishermen's festival) sees the promenade of Santa Luzia lined with stalls offering arts, crafts and traditional foodstuffs from all over Portugal and much further afield.
The evenings see a full itinerary of entertainment and the village is thronged with visitors.
In modern parlance at this time of year Santa Luzia is "Banging".
No sooner does EXPOLUZIA close than Festa opens. It is a good idea to do your sleeping during the day for the duration of these festivities as the chances of quiet before 4 or 5 am are very slim.
Today the knife grinder was in town. Many visitors wonder what his enigmatic pan pipe calls are as he wanders up and down the streets extending his invite to the locals to come out and have their knives sharpened.
You need a keen blade to effectively fillet fish, dullness in the knife leads to a poor cut and a lot of waste, so he is never short of customers.
We elected to have a selection sharpened and I could not resist taking a few photos as the last time I saw anything like this portable setup was back in the Hunslet district of Leeds in the late 1950's when I was just a toddler. My recollection is of a man on a three wheeler bike who us kids were assured was a gypsy who would happily test his newly sharpened blades on our throats should we give him or any of his travelling companions any grief. We treat him with the greatest of respect!!
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
Letter To Les.
Joan's ad-hoc offering. |
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Time Flies.
A price was quickly agreed. |
Friday, 5 April 2013
Jose to the rescue.
Joan examines the little boat that caused it all. |
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Freezee-Jet.
Last Thursday (21st March)finally saw the day arrive that Joan and I departed the UK for our new life in Portugal and the beautiful village of Santa Luzia.
Arriving at Leeds & Bradford airport along with our three large suitcases and two smaller hand luggage cases we were about to unknowingly experience a portent of what was to befall the UK over the coming days.
Having already checked in for our Jet2.com flight online we sailed through baggage drop without a hitch even managing to secure free in hold stowage of our hand luggage.
The gate was announced and opened pretty much on time but then boarding the buses which were to transport us to the aircraft parked on one of LBA's "remote " stands proceeded painfully slowly.
We were eventually deposited on stand twenty four at eight twenty, a full ten minutes past our scheduled departure time.
Those of you who read this blog regularly will already be aware that I was employed by Jet2.com at LBA in various roles for almost two years and spotting one of my old baggage handler colleagues I sidled over for a chat.
It was during this conversation he revealed that our Boeing 737 had been de-iced as is normal at this time of year some forty five minutes prior to our scheduled departure time but the Arctic wind blasting up the Aire valley had caused it to require a second treatment thus delaying our boarding and eventual take off by some forty minutes.
Over the next few days we had good reason to be thankful that we had selected the Thursday flight instead of the Saturday as we watched the English news bulletins in our little house in Portugal. The Siberian conditions, snowstorms and blizzards, which swept the country from Friday onward caused LBA to close on more than one occasion and resulted in many extended delays and cancellations.
Now though the weather here in Portugal has been far from perfect with temperatures some four or five degrees below average for the time of year and rain clouds making an almost daily appearance it is smugly satisfying to be able to say we got out just in the nick of time.
The weather prospects for the UK remain distinctly bleak right into April with the probability of more snow and forecast temperatures belying the start of British summer time this coming weekend.
Meanwhile here in Portugal, where the clocks also go forward this Sunday, we eagerly anticipate the steady rise of the thermometer to the mid twenties over the coming weeks.
Thursday, 7 March 2013
Tia Zeta
Zeta makes a daily excursion around Santa Luzia calling into shops or friends houses often for no more than a chat.
With her thick algarvian/Santa Luzian accent it is often necessary for Zeta to repeat what she says several times in order to understand her.( Imagine an English speaking foreigner conversing with a broad Glaswegian and you get the picture.)
Over the years we have befriended Zeta and, missing nothing that happens in Santa Luzia, she is usually knocking on our door within hours of us arriving in town. It is a joy when that face breaks into a huge smile. She is truly a beautiful old lady from a beautiful old village.
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Trading Places.
January in Leeds |
Friday, 18 January 2013
Austerity bites.
"Out with this assassin government" |
Sunday, 13 January 2013
A tale of two cities.
Joan arrived home from SL last night and we are patiently waiting now for the forecast snow to arrive.
Our Christmas/new year visit to SL was perfect in every way. Wonderful "winter" weather, convivial company and many memorable experiences.
The village itself was as usual fairly quiet but visitors were in no short supply and every day the terraces of Ria Cafe and Cafe Santa Luzia benefited from the patronage English, Irish, Dutch and German visitors.
A laden table at Tridoce, |
All in attendance left well fed and watered and "new members" Tom and Bill were amazed that the €20 price tag was not accompanied by a separate bill for the copious amounts of alcohol consumed before during and after the meal.
Joan poses in the Christmas day sunshine. |
A couple of days after Christmas saw the arrival of old acquaintances Janice and John from Preston and it was in their company that the possibility of a double New Year's eve celebration first emerged.
We figured that given the one hour time difference between Spain and Portugal and the proximity of the Spanish border it would be perfectly feasible to drive to Ayamonte see in the new year then drive straight back to Tavira and see the year in again one hour later.
Thus, new years eve , we departed SL for the border at about 9.45 Portuguese time in driving rain. The drive down the EN125 was slow due to the relentless rain and the steady stream of traffic heading for the New Year celebrations In Monte Gordo and we arrived in Ayamonte at about 11.30 Spanish time.
Parking the car near the marina we set out in the now steady drizzle for the beautiful main square through remarkably deserted streets.
Despite the austerity measures which are biting hard in both Spain and Portugal we felt sure that the authorities would have organised something but found the place to be as dead as the grave. Most bars and restaurants were closed and the only people we encountered were a young English couple, heads down and firmly wrapped up against the persistent drizzle, heading for one of the few bars to be open.
Disappointed and not a little dejected we headed back towards the marina and coming across a restaurant advertising a gala new years eve dinner ventured inside. The diners inside were well into their gala dinner but it has to be said there were far more empty tables than full and the proprietors were perfectly happy to allow us to settle down with just a drink.
Remaining inside up to the countdown to new year we emerged almost on the stroke of twelve to the still deserted but thankfully now rainless street. We could hear the local church bells chiming in the new year and slowly the eerie silence was broken as Spanish families in the apartment complex at the other side of the marina began to emerge and greet their neighbours. A few even let off some fireworks but nothing of course like the spectacular municipal displays of years gone by.
Twenty past twelve Spanish time we piled back into the car and headed off back to 2012 over on the Portuguese side if the River Guadiana. The difference was immeadiately obvious. Traffic was bumper to bumper on the EN125 heading thankfully in the opposite direction to us into Monte Gordo and we made much better time arriving back into Tavira at 11.50 Portuguese time.
Tavira was a world apart from Ayamonte, we struggled to find a parking space and when we did we entered streets thronged with people heading towards the Praca De Republica where a giant stage had been erected and the Queen tribute band were in full swing.
The square itself and the entire riverside including the roman bridge was crowded with spectators in jovial spirits awaiting the new year and the traditional firework display from the military bridge.
Spectacular new year fireworks |
The austerity measures meant the display this year was some 5 minutes shorter than last but in my opinion and that of many others present it was just as good if not actually better. Following the display we were not stuck for choice when choosing a place to celebrate, beside the free entertainment in the square every bar and restaurant was open and busy. We elected to head for The Funny Dutch where we knew a number of friends would be gathered.
The entertainment in the square from the far side of the river. |
Now we had promised Victor (in charge of bar Mundo while Fergus was back in Scotland) that we would call in for our first drink of the new year and feeling obliged did just that. Having kept him open way past his normal time it seemed to us that it would be impolite to have one then leave and consequently remained until about 5.30am when tiredness finally beat us and we retreated to our beds.
All told a very eventful evening and though Ayamonte was more than a little disappointing we can still say that we enjoyed new years eve twice over for 2013.
It would seem the austerity measures are the same in even major cities in Spain as we spoke later in the week with friends who had travelled to Seville expecting something spectacular but were just as disappointed as we were in Ayamonte at the lack of anything happening.