Poco tiene que ver esta pequeña reflexión con el alcohol, salvo el detalle de que estaba tomando un vino la primera vez que me sirvieron un caldo en un bar. Y estoy pensando en esto hoy porque esta mañana leí un artículo muy interesante de Mariola Cubells en El País: "Las madres que no tenemos caldo en la nevera: cómo la crianza emocional ha ido ganando terreno". Recomiendo su lectura. Un detalle final: acabo de mirar la plaza en Google Maps. Claro, el bar ya no está. En su lugar hay una clínica dental. Vaya. Así es. Pero bueno, hay caldo! En la clínica no, jaja, pero en nuestra nevera sí.
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Friday, March 4, 2022
"HAY CALDO"
Poco tiene que ver esta pequeña reflexión con el alcohol, salvo el detalle de que estaba tomando un vino la primera vez que me sirvieron un caldo en un bar. Y estoy pensando en esto hoy porque esta mañana leí un artículo muy interesante de Mariola Cubells en El País: "Las madres que no tenemos caldo en la nevera: cómo la crianza emocional ha ido ganando terreno". Recomiendo su lectura. Un detalle final: acabo de mirar la plaza en Google Maps. Claro, el bar ya no está. En su lugar hay una clínica dental. Vaya. Así es. Pero bueno, hay caldo! En la clínica no, jaja, pero en nuestra nevera sí.
Monday, January 3, 2022
A quick review of 2021
Ok, so here it is. My memory is becoming a bit suspect, but with the help of many, I've come up with a summary of what we have been up to these last twelve months. 2021, for all its problems, disasters, and disappointments, is still, we believe here in Carlisle, much better than 2020. On the heels of Trump’s failed coup attempt, the start of the Biden-Harris administration brought us great psychic relief and some hope, as did the role out of the COVID vaccines. In late January, Dickinson tentatively welcomed back some students, and Asun and I did our best to make a unique, “hybrid” semester seem, if not normal, at least palatable and somewhat productive. We survived it. The winter and spring were kind of a blur. Lots of work and little fun. Nonetheless, in February, we did have a wonderful weekend visit with Colby and Daniela in Winthrop, and Meng was able to join us, which make it that much more fun. In March I ran the Two Rivers marathon in Lackawaxen, PA. Unfortunately, it ended prematurely and rather badly: in Mile 24 I got badly dehydrated and my calves balled up and I couldn't get it to stop. I had to be assisted by medical personnel. Quite mortifying. On the other hand, a month later, Andrew ran his first marathon quite succesfully, always a big accomplishment! I accompanied him for the second half. In May, I had a great time running the Potomac River marathon in DC. No serious cramping! We got to visit with Amanda, Grant and family the night before the race, and even got to see Thea!
Most thankfully, late May brought a welcome visit from Alma, Amadeo, Miles and Mateo! Not long after arriving in Carlisle, Amadeo ran an ultramarathon in Endless Mountains state park. We had a great visit with Jay and Karen Ohlsten on the way back to Carlisle! And then it was on to Little Compton, where we were so happy to be together with everyone! Shortly after returning to Carlisle, Cristina tricked us into a canine adoption. But it couldn't have turned out better. We love Tronco, the kindest, sweetest doggie imaginable! He loves having two places to hang out. In August, Asun & Cristina went off to Spain for Cristina's dissertation research and time with Cristi, Javi, June, tía Isita, and friends. Spiritual renewal for Asun! But the big excitement in August was Daniela and Colby announcing their engagement! We are so, so happy. We love Colby and they are an amazing couple!
In October, Andrew got a big promotion at Maven Clinic, where he has been working for over a year now! He is a Staff Software Engineer and oversees a big team of engineers that make telemedicine possible. Also in October, Amadeo ran an amazing marathon in Chicago! (Ohhh, just missed his Boston Qualifying time!) And then, ohhhh, ISABEL POPP joined us on October 29th!! Wow! What a date for this family-Amy, Savannah, Isabel!!! She is the most incredible, beautiful, little bundle of joy! We are happy beyond description for Cristina and Andrew. (Family: you can get a link from Andrew for a password protected site where there will be lots of photos on the little wonder.) In November, I ran my fourth marathon of the year and my fastest yet. Harrisburg! (Ohhh, and like Amadeo, I just missed my Boston Qualifying time!) Thanksgiving was wonderful. Everyone home for the first time in some years! Most recently, Alma announced she will soon be starting a new job with Wayfair. She and Amadeo have already bought a house in Brookline. An eventful year. Above all, we are so grateful for the love and support we get from all of you!!! Gracias!! For 2022 we hope for more travel, more time with family and friends!
In more or less chronological order, here are some images from the past year:
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Puigdemont out Rajoys Rajoy!
This morning all the reactions seem to give much greater importance to Puigdemont's speech than to the actual declaration of independence. Again, strange. Perhaps that's because everyone heard the speech, but most weren't even aware of the written declaration until this morning. Clearly, Puigdemont was hoping to diffuse tensions, to take a small step back from the edge of the cliff. He may have been somewhat successful, at least in terms of keeping calm in the streets. Now the ball is in Rajoy's court. If we could just lock Rajoy and Puigdemont in a room for, oh... say ten years, they no doubt would become great friends.
Monday, October 9, 2017
DUI
(No, not Parliament. The Catalan National Art Museum. A real gem!) |
No, I didn't get a DUI, but I might get one today. We all might get one. I'm referring, of course, to a "Declaración Unilateral de Independencia" in Catalonia. President Carles Puigdemont is scheduled to address the Catalan parliament this afternoon and the suspense could not be greater. Will he make the declaration? I hope not, because if he does it will turn a bad situation really catastrophic. He will declare independence and announce the creation of the Republic of Catalonia, or something like that. But I doubt it will be "unilateral". My suspicion is he will couch the declaration in all kinds of invitations to the central government to negotiate. There will also likely be many invitations to the international community to collaborate, to help Spain and Catalonia come to an understanding. (The Catalan nationalists have been working hard to internationalize the conflict for many, many years.) How did it come to this? Well, that's a long, long story. Here are just a couple of minimal observations to give you a little bit of context: Catalonia has historically enjoyed a large degree of self-governance, but it has never been a truly independent nation. That may change, but it won't be today, regardless of what Puigdemont ultimately declares. The current system began in 1979 with the approval in referendum of a "estatuto de autonomía". That statute was reformed in 2006 to provide for even greater autonomy. It was approved by both the Catalan parliament, the national parliament in Madrid and by voters in Catalonia (albeit with low participation) in a referendum. And this is where the current mess really gets rolling: the right wing Partido Popular, led by Mariano Rajoy, now Spain's president, brought the new statute to Spain's Constitutional Court, which ultimately declared several articles unconstitutional. Consequently, ever more Catalans lost confidence in their relationship to the central government. Support for independence grew. Identity politics more suffocating. When Rajoy came to power in 2011 he showed no interest in negotiating a new agreement with the Catalan government. All of this political tension between Madrid and Barcelona came to a head on October 1st with the celebration of the referendum on independence. Under Spanish law, the referendum was clearly illegal, but the Catalan government had just passed its own laws to make it legal, laws which were, in turn, immediately declared unconstitutional by Spanish courts.
In my opinion, the core problem right now is that the current pro-independence Catalan government is made up of a coalition of parties that won 47% of the popular vote in last year's Catalan elections. That's hardly a mandate for a unilateral declaration of independence! Based on the numbers, this government does not represent a majority of Catalans. So, "the will of the people" is really not a solid argument. But, the referendum! Here a large majority voted "Yes" to independence. But everyone knows the referendum was plagued with all kinds of problems, even setting aside it's legality. Turn out was very low. Not a great idea to start a new nation based on a referendum that had very low participation (around 42%) and no guarantees of fairness. And this is the legitimacy the Catalan government must rely on, but even they know it's a weak argument. Thus, it seems the dominant argument one hears is simply "we're done here", a sentiment that comes from general disgust with the Spanish government. The sentiment is quite understandable: Rajoy has bungled things horribly and the Catalans' legitimate demand for a real vote on independence is also quite reasonable. But, frustration with the current situation is a weak basis for a declaration of independence, especially when the popular mandate for such a move is tenuous at best.
The problem is, of course, that a unilateral declaration of independence will not bring real independence. At least, not in the short term. Catalonia is simply not prepared or able to make that happen. It will trigger major intervention from Madrid, huge street protests, ever more "social fracture", the acceleration of an already alarming flight of capital, and who knows were it will ultimately lead. I feel sad, very sad, for Cataluña, and especially for Barcelona, wonderful Barcelona.
Friday, October 6, 2017
The Booze and Me
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Let's Build a Goddess!
At 1:50 all of downtown Valencia is a tightly packed can of sardines. You simply can't move. The wait went by fairly quickly and the atmosphere was wonderful. Suffice to say that Martí's final "earthquake" was extraordinary. Even more, the greatest ever! The ground was, literally, shaking beneath our feet, the absurd explosive power washing over the multitude and filling us all with giddy delight. Joy! An adrenaline rush like no other! Martí deserved all the accolades she got. As she told a reporter before the launch, her goal was to "shatter the plaza". Did she ever! If you're curious, you can watch this mascletà here, but keep in mind it is absolutely nothing like actually being there. The next day Asun decided not to do the long wait, which was too bad, but I had the great fortune of being joined by niece Maggie Murray, who was going to experience her first mascletà up close.
I got to the square at 11:25 and found a great second row spot. The wait was fine and we had some marvelous conversation with an entertaining gentleman who was a fellow mascletá fanatic. And who bears a striking resemblance to my brother Peter!:
He's been enjoying them for 55 years from the same spot! This final mascletà was the work of Hermanos Caballer. It was truly excellent, but for me not quite as overwhelming as Martí's.
If possible I would go to Valencia every year for Fallas, even if there were nothing but the mascletàs. But of course the fiesta is much, much more than that. First and foremost are the fiesta's namesake monuments: the fallas. Here's the contribution from L'Antiga de Campanar, which took home the Grand Prize:
It was a controversial choice. Our favorite was Na Jordana:
The wonderful absurdity of dedicating many months of work, and in many cases very large sums of money (over $200,000 for the biggest fallas), to the building of these satirical monuments, only to have them on public display for just four days before they go up in flames is breathtaking. And it's the core of the fiesta. Walking around the city and admiring these impressive creations is certainly great fun. You can spend endless hours just doing that and you still won't seem them all because there are close to 800 fallas all told.
For me, Fallas is quite special because far more than any other fiesta I've experienced, this one is successful in moving me out of ordinary time and into another dimension which is very real, albeit fleeting and for the most part superficial. (Not superficial in a negative sense, but rather in the sense that it lacks real profundity.) The fiesta works its magic. Every time. Ritual is central to this dynamic and Fallas has many, many rituals, the grandest being the flower offering which takes place on March 17th and 18th. Hundreds and hundreds of comisiones (the neighborhood groups that are responsible for organizing the building of the fallas monuments) take their turns parading through downtown and into the Plaza de la Virgen to offer flowers for the giant reproduction of Valencia's matron: la Virgen de los Desamparados (perhaps translatable as "Our Lady of the Dispossessed" or "Our Lady of the Unembraced") The flowers are used to create a gigantic floral cape:
It's quite a spectacle and always the same. Festive! The image of the comisiones entering the square is a classic Fallas "estampa" and every year newspapers and other media are flooded with the key element of this image: the fallera shedding tears of emotion as she offers her bouquet. (I'd get emotional too if I had a direct role in building a goddess! And I don't mean that as an irreverent joke. Regardless of what the Church proclaims in its official dogma, this is a Mediterranean fiesta and there is no doubt about what's going on here. The Mare de Déu is most clearly being worshipped as a Goddess. And it's wonderful.)
It's a 24 hour parade, split over two days! It took a while, but Asun, Maggie and I eventually made our way into the square and were able to get fairly close. I was standing a couple of rows behind Maggie and Asun. After a while I noticed a little commotion behind me and it was a family fighting to get close so they could see their son march by the Virgen. I moved back so they could take my place. As I was exchanging places the father was overcome with emotion and with tears streaming down his cheeks began calling out to his son: "Mi angel, mi angelito!" ¡Una emoción fuerte! After that I needed a breather, some refreshment (and a bathroom break) so we stepped into, of course, Cafetería La Virgen!
And then it was back to walking and visiting Fallas. It was a long walk out to L'Antiga de Campanar, but well worth it. And then fireworks! At 1:30 am. (Yes, they start at 1:30 am!) And then the 19th, another mascletá, this one followed by a wonderful lunch with all our students at the revamped Hotel Reina Victoria.
A siesta. Later, our own little fireworks show! (Notice my expert handling of the lighter!)
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
The Future of Paella
What follows are the thoughts I had during my run, edited into fully formed sentences. For a long time now paella has been one of Spain's most internationally recognized señas de identidad. Visitors want to consume it, of course, and many millions of Spaniards also enjoy paella not infrequently. The food industry, aware of paella's great marketing power, has convinced bars and restaurants all over Spain that they must offer this traditional dish from Valencia if they want a piece of the tourist business. As a result, mediocre and less than mediocre establishments offer several varieties of pre-made paellas. This pseudo-food is barely eatable, so just seeing it advertised is painful. It's not just restaurants, of course. The food industry has for some time now been marketing many varieties of pre-cooked paellas. Frozen paella? Yes! Paella in a can? Yes! A paella sandwich? Yes! Paella pizza at Pizza Hut? Double Yes!! (But, apparently, only if you live in Poland.) In short, bad "paella" has become ubiquitous. It is a sad state of affairs, especially when you consider that serving a high quality paella is not an especially expensive or difficult task. (That said, it does take work, patience, and much attention to detail.) One might think it's not a big deal, really. After all, in the developed world we are surrounded by bad food of all kinds. (Here's an image that readily evokes gastronomic nightmare, USA version:
And you wonder why we have an obesity epidemic?)
But what really has some people terribly agitated in Spain is the question of authenticity. You know, the how dare you call that a paella! issue. A transcendent topic: what, exactly, constitutes a paella? First off, it's helpful to understand that the word paella comes from Catalan, and simply refers to the pan in which the dish is prepared. (In Spanish, the pan is referred to as a paellera.) Thus, anything prepared in a paellera can, by logic, rightly be called a paella. (Or not!)
In Spanish it makes more sense to refer to these dishes as arroz a la paella, that is, rice in a paella pan, since arroz is, evidently, the defining ingredient. Not any rice, of course, and this is the beginning of the authenticity discussion. Paella should be made with the bomba variety, a very short grained rice. You may have read that the real rice for paella is Calasparra. Not so: Calasparra refers to a specific area south of Valencia known for producing very high quality bomba rice. It is not a variety. There are many excellent bomba rices, some from Calasparra and others not. You can make a great paella with Calasparra, but there are many other great bomba rices as well. And when I say should be made, it is not because I have any interest in the authenticity debate; rather, it is simply because the qualities of bomba rice are such that any other variety is not nearly as well suited to producing a flavorful and satisfying dish. For many, of course, it doesn't end here, especially if we specify that what we are talking about is paella valenciana. Now it becomes about recipes. (Tempers flare, indignation explodes! Hide the children!) Suffice to say, the debate rages. Regarding what constitutes a traditional Valencian paella, there is sufficient consensus regarding some of the basics: definitely no fish or seafood; rabbit, yes; chicken, yes; garrofón (a particular variety of white bean), yes; ñora (a kind of dried red pepper) and tomato for the sofrito, yes; saffron, of course. And I stop there, because it starts to get tricky. Quickly. And imagine all the other debates: the kind of heat (you must have a wood fire!), the moment when the rice is added, the importance of the socarrat, etc. To give you a sense of how this question really gets some people going, I cite the example of British celebrity chef Jamie Oliver, who had the temerity last year to publish a paella recipe that included (horrors!) chorizo. Oliver was skewered (ha, ha, right?) on social media and the outrage was such that it became a story covered by major media outlets around the globe. (Just google "Jamie Oliver chorizo paella".)
The venom directed at Oliver was intense. It comes mainly from paella "purists", but I believe what's really going on is symptomatic of the global phenomenon of identity anxiety. Around the globe many are feeling uncertain about their status within communities, about the role they play in connecting past to future. These conflicted feelings are real, but efforts to resolve them via food rants are doomed to fail. There is no such thing as "authentic" paella, a dish that has evolved very quickly in modern times. Those who strive to defend the traditional, Valencian paella do good, valuable work, but they are, to some degree, operating in a small bubble. Ultimately, trying to heal identity anxiety via paella vigilantism is comical. It is comical because most consumers don't care one bit what the protectors of the faith think. Further, serious cuisine has become a quintessentially globalized dynamic. No one needs to go to Valencia to have a fantastic paella. Place, perhaps sadly, perhaps even tragically, has become disconnected to paella.
Nonetheless, the future of arroces is wonderful. While junk paella is spreading, high quality paellas are spreading just as quickly. Innovation is good. Chefs are coming up with surprising, and surprisingly fantastic, new flavors all the time. Much more knowledge about how to maximize flavors is available. For me, it's about the process, the enjoyment of the ritual. The aromas, the texture. Above all, without a doubt, it is about the tremendous satisfaction of sharing great food with friends and family. How I do paella... that's material for another post.