To Salamanca to watch Rugby


Having escaped from the good ship BlackPig in Santander this morning (after a thoroughly unpleasant night where I spent much of the time talking to the porcelain descendants of William Crapper Esq), off I went heading South towards Salamanca.

It was a pleasant but uneventful 3.5 hour drive down, and having dumped the Defender, I headed into town for the famous Hornazo Pie (as mentioned in an earlier blog).  This wee beastie, a pastry case covering eggs, spicy paprika chorizo and pork loin), is, I find, fantastic especially when washed down with a couple of glasses of the local vino calapso 🍷

I will work on Seth,  the pet Viking Chef of  the Townend Farm Shop (imagine Ragnar Lothbrook after a 2 week bender in Skegness), to see if we can get it on the menu👍

Spent the rest of the day on Charcuterie research….. slow cooked cured pork jowls were good, and the deep fried pork skin filled with ham and potato salad was so good I would willingly Crawl Bare-breasted over Broken Glass to get some more! Amazingly, these tasted better the more Rioja I drank.




The things I do for my trade, the sacrifices I make😜

And so to Rugby…….

I am bitterly disappointed to be missing much of the 6 Nations so imagine my surprise to find Rugby on in the town centre this evening🙉🙊🙈

The Rugby School choir performing at Salamanca Cathedral tonight ……. Equally as brilliant as watching Scotland win another Calcutta Cup😉






Location: Salamanca, Spain

Comments

  1. life controllerFebruary 16, 2024 at 9:44 AM

    a cultural evening to end a day of food frenzy! well that's weeks one's food budget gone in a day - good job you've got those Rolos to keep you going

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  2. Venezuelan NikFebruary 20, 2024 at 4:55 PM

    What I'd give to see that bare chested glass crawl!

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