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I caught Mari Carmen Onrubia de Esquivias, one of the loveliest
women in Sevilla, in her kitchen perusing Eating Las Vegas by John Curtas, Oct. 21, 2019.
John
Curtas's Eating Las Vegas about to be sucked into a jet engine, along
with my computer bag, at NYC's JFK Airport, October 5, 2019.
The John Curtas Eating Las Vegas
chronicles in Spain, during which I hassled, threatened, cajoled and charmed
some of Spain's top chefs, a professional ham cutter, a food writer, Hans
Christian Andersen (well, his statue in Málaga*) and other unsuspecting victims
to pose with Curtas's book. *Others refused, including Pablo Picasso, whose
grown-man statue sits in a plaza in front of his natal home (except Picasso
never came here after he was 20.)
And, because of security, I was never able to approach Antonio Banderas, who
does live in Málaga. He seemed friendly enough at first, but when he saw it was
Curtas's book, his bodyguards closed ranks.
First I accosted numerous people at the stellar gastronomic conference San
Sebastián Gastronomika 2019. A few good friends like Barcelona star chef Carles
Abellan, star chef María José San Román Pérez, Carrasco Guijuelo President
Atanasio Carrasco (#FranciscoCarrasco) and Carrasco Guijuelo Cortador de
Jamones Pedro Seco Sanchez indulged me. Others
such as anchovy fileter Maria Ucin and fishermen Carlos Castillo and Jon
Andonegi (who threatened to strangle me and demonstrated with a fish how he was
going to do it) just shook their heads a and moved on, which was fortunate because it saved me having to run around the country with a book with dried fish guts on it.
After enduring threats of bodily harm and loss of social standing, I decided to cool it until I got to the magical town of Chinchón (50 kms. southeast of Madrid) and gave retired Madrid Fusión Co'Director Esmeralda Capel enough wine to get her to pose with Curtas´s book.
In la Mancha at Puerto Lapice, I found Don Quixote at an inn guarding is armor and I asked him to pose with Eating Las Vegas. He replied, "No f-ing way!" First off, can't you see I am guarding my armor, and secondly, "What? You think I am crazy? I wouldn't be caught dead guarding my armor with that thing in my hands. What would Cervantes say?"
At Castillo de Canena in Canena (Jaén), where we were invited by the owners of Castillo de Canena Extra Virgen Olive Oils to stay overnight, seeing the animal skins on the floor, I deduced that the owner had guns, so I declined to ask them to pose with Curtas´s book.
I did ask my long-time dear friend Gabriela Llamas G. Amezúa, a cookbook author and Spanish gastronomy expert, to pose with the book, but she told me that I would have to give her a lot more of Eugenio Merino's Viña Catajarros Cigales Rosado for her to pose with Eating Las Vegas and I only brought four bottles.
After two nuns in the wonderful Andalucian town of Úbeda told me that they were not in the habit of posing with books from Sin Cities like Las Vegas, I continued research for my upcoming tours of Sephardic Spain, but could not find any ancient Jews willing to pose with the book either, but I did spill some of the molasses on the book from the Sephardic-inspired berenjenas con queso fresco y miel de caña, eggplant layered with fresh cheese and topped with molasses, but I wiped it off.
Barcelona star chef Carles
Abellan
Star chef María José San Román Pérez and Carrasco Guijuelo President
Atanasio Carrasco.
Carrasco Guijuelo Cortador de
Jamones Pedro Seco Sánchez at San Sebastián Gastronomika 2019.
Anchovy fileter María Ucín.
Jon Andonegi, Basque fisherman.
Fishermen Carlos Castillo: "Come one step closer with that book and I will net you."
After enduring threats of bodily harm and loss of social standing, I decided to cool it until I got to the magical town of Chinchón (50 kms. southeast of Madrid) and gave retired Madrid Fusión Co'Director Esmeralda Capel enough wine to get her to pose with Curtas´s book.
Our companions on this trip, Michael Whiteman of Joseph Baum & Michael Whiteman Restaurants Consultants and his wife cookbook author Rozanne Gold, hugging at the famous windmills and castle on the hill above the town of Consuegra, La Mancha, did not hear me because of the wind when I asked them to let Curtas's book come between them.
In la Mancha at Puerto Lapice, I found Don Quixote at an inn guarding is armor and I asked him to pose with Eating Las Vegas. He replied, "No f-ing way!" First off, can't you see I am guarding my armor, and secondly, "What? You think I am crazy? I wouldn't be caught dead guarding my armor with that thing in my hands. What would Cervantes say?"
At Castillo de Canena in Canena (Jaén), where we were invited by the owners of Castillo de Canena Extra Virgen Olive Oils to stay overnight, seeing the animal skins on the floor, I deduced that the owner had guns, so I declined to ask them to pose with Curtas´s book.
I did ask my long-time dear friend Gabriela Llamas G. Amezúa, a cookbook author and Spanish gastronomy expert, to pose with the book, but she told me that I would have to give her a lot more of Eugenio Merino's Viña Catajarros Cigales Rosado for her to pose with Eating Las Vegas and I only brought four bottles.
After two nuns in the wonderful Andalucian town of Úbeda told me that they were not in the habit of posing with books from Sin Cities like Las Vegas, I continued research for my upcoming tours of Sephardic Spain, but could not find any ancient Jews willing to pose with the book either, but I did spill some of the molasses on the book from the Sephardic-inspired berenjenas con queso fresco y miel de caña, eggplant layered with fresh cheese and topped with molasses, but I wiped it off.
Berenjenas con queso fresco y miel de caña, eggplant layered with fresh cheese and topped with molasses, a Sephardic-inspired recipe, Restaurante el Seco, Úbeda (Jaén), Spain, October 11, 2019.
In Granada, Kay Balun and I attended a flamenco performance at Jardines Zoraya (not in the caves of Sacromonte) and, by spending 20 Euros on her Flamenco disc Una Gaditana en Bollywood, I induced Flamenco singer María del Mar Fernández to pose with Eating Las Vegas. (Curtas, you owe me 20 Euros,
but I will send you the disc, plus shipping.)
However, I was unsuccessful in getting Flamenco dancer Agustín
Barajas at Jardines Zoraya to pose with the book. After the performance he slipped into
disguise and claimed he was not a Flamenco dancer.
And I did not even ask the star female flamenco dancer, Raquel Heredia La Repompa, to let me photograph her holding the book, because I don´t like rejection and being laughed at.
Poet Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca, known as Federico García Lorca, was unavailable since the Fascists assasinated him and dumped him in an unmarked grave outside of Granada during the Civil War, which is what Fascists do to gay people and poets.
In Málaga, on
my birthday, October 15, I got Hans Christian Andersen to pose with
Eating Las Vegas by John Curtas in la Plaza de la
Marina. At first, Mr. Andersen was
cooperative, but soon he said he wouldn´t sit still much longer with Curtas´s
book.
I tried to get other unsuspecting victims to pose with Curtas's book, including Pablo Picasso (I even put my reassuring hand on his knee and Kay whispered sweet somethings in his ear, but he would not hear it).
And I was never able to approach Antonio Banderas, who lives in Málaga and is a partner in the sprawling classic El Pimpi tapas restaurant. Even though he was busy with the opening of the new Alameda theatre in Málaga´s SoHo art district and when he saw it was Curtas's book, his bodyguards closed ranks.
Despite her opening strenuous protests and after
giving me a WTF-is-this look, Janet Mendel, author of Cooking in Spain and more than
half a dozen more books on Spanish cuisine and my friend of nearly 50 years, I convinced her* and she let me
photograph her with Eating Las Vegas by John Curtas at my birthday lunch
at Balneario Carmen in Málaga, Oct. 15, 2019.
(*I am one charming sonofabitch and Charm is far preferable to handcuffing the intended victim, since once handcuffed, they can’t hold Curtas’s Eating Las Vegas, except between their teeth, which is awkward, unflatteringly and looks like they are being forced to promote the book under extreme duress. Note that I have left out photos of those attempts.)
I tried to get other unsuspecting victims to pose with Curtas's book, including Pablo Picasso (I even put my reassuring hand on his knee and Kay whispered sweet somethings in his ear, but he would not hear it).
And I was never able to approach Antonio Banderas, who lives in Málaga and is a partner in the sprawling classic El Pimpi tapas restaurant. Even though he was busy with the opening of the new Alameda theatre in Málaga´s SoHo art district and when he saw it was Curtas's book, his bodyguards closed ranks.
(*I am one charming sonofabitch and Charm is far preferable to handcuffing the intended victim, since once handcuffed, they can’t hold Curtas’s Eating Las Vegas, except between their teeth, which is awkward, unflatteringly and looks like they are being forced to promote the book under extreme duress. Note that I have left out photos of those attempts.)
Ernest Hemingway, Ronda.
The late great Ronda Maestro, my old friend Antonio Ordoñez in Ronda.
Antonio's father Cayetano Ordoñez
“El Niño de la Palma” (model for the matador Pedro Romero in Hemingway’s The
Sun Also Rises.
In Ronda, on October 16, I approached Bohemian-Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke, Ernest Hemingway, Orson Welles, the great Ronda Maestro, my old friend Antonio Ordoñez and his father Cayetano Ordoñez “El Niño de la Palma” (model for the matador Pedro Romero in Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises), but none of them seemed moved by Eating Las Vegas to arise from their siestas. I was tempted to approach one of Ronda’s period costumed bandolero enactors, but I was afraid that he might not try to steal the book.
Javier Hidalgo on the phone calling his lawyer about where it would be legal for him to be photographed with Eating Las Vegas, while I use his venencia cane to draw and pour sherry for his wife Paula Infiesta.
And, in Sanlúcar de Barrameda, my soul town, the town where God was born, well, some places are sacred, plus I could not get my dear friend Javier Hidalgo to put down his venencia cane, from which he was pouring repeated samples of his stellar line of Manzanilla sherries. Javier is also a jockey who trains and races horses in the spectacular carreras de caballos (horse races) that are run on Bajo de Guía beach in August and, while training a young horse a few months ago, he got tossed off the horse and broke his hip. I really did not feel that I could ask a man who had spent several weeks in hospital to sign Curtas´s book.
Roman Emperor Trajano, born in Itálica, just outside Sevilla.
Roman Emperor Adriano, born in Itálica, just outside Sevilla.
At Itálica, the Roman city just outside Sevilla, neither Emperor Adrian or Trajan, both of whom were born there, showed any interest in posing with Curtas´s book, but Trajan did muse about how I might like to be fed to the lions in the nearby arena.
Finally, in
Sevilla, we were staying at the home of my Sevillano friends of half a century
and I caught Mari Carmen Onrubia de Esquivias, one of the loveliest
women in Sevilla, in her kitchen perusing Eating Las Vegas by John Curtas, Oct. 21, 2019. She does not speak or read English, so she
had no idea of what she was reading, so I snapped a picture, the last in my series
of photographs of Eating Las Vegas in Spain.
Postscript: To John Curtas, yes I am fully aware that you are not worthy.
John Curtas (center) with a pair of Communist paella floggers, Jeffrey Weiss (left) and Paras Shah (right) of Valencia Gold (Paella For The People) in Las Vegas sending me their greetings as I head for Spain without them!
Postscript: To John Curtas, yes I am fully aware that you are not worthy.
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Shall deeds of Caesar or Napoleon ring
More true than Don Quixote's vapouring?
Hath winged Pegasus more nobly trod
Than Rocinante stumbling up to God?
More true than Don Quixote's vapouring?
Hath winged Pegasus more nobly trod
Than Rocinante stumbling up to God?
Poem
by Archer M. Huntington inscribed under the Don Quixote on his horse
Rocinante bas-relief sculpture by his wife, Anna Vaughn Hyatt
Huntington,
in the courtyard of the Hispanic
Society of America’s incredible museum at 613 W. 155th Street, New York
City.
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