Seven years ago he went Manuel Vasquez Montalban , great writer and fellow Catalan, who, essays, novels and short stories, has left us, inter alia, detective Pepe Carvalho. between a murder and the other was the time to prepare and enjoy a tasty, perhaps in front of the fireplace with one of the many books that filled his library.
approach to food, its that I've always loved, like my own, rooted in the traditions of his homeland, but always ready to discover the food of the countries that host, attentive to the products of the season, maybe purchased at the Boqueria Biscuter trust, able to improvise a plate in the streets of Bangkok. An approach to food other than that of other characters in the novels: certainly not the refined and sophisticated of Black Wolf, but even that minimalist Montale, created by the great and never quite late JC Izzo, who is "satisfied" to sip pastis accompanied by the scent of mint and basil from her window overlooking the sea, perhaps with the addition of a couple of fresh anchovies.
Pending holding a dinner in the pub, I like to remember him with a few passages from the novel "The birds of Bangkok .
(...) Carvalho preferred drink another glass of wine and look hopefully to the oven. Marta took the bag. The paper was almost burnt, and went out six dall'involucro spicy sausage, perfect, waxy, enthused by their own heat, their red force. Carvalho helped himself a bit 'of cake and poured with spoon a bit 'on the brick of marinated potatoes, eggs and onions.
"This marinade is already served for the fish."
"For the mackerel. The marinated mackerel the riadopero forever. That's not sardines, to taste too strong."
Carvahlo let himself go to a dinner like English Empire gradually favoring the woman in a tough fight among his hungry eyes and an obsession with the scale.
way: because no one has reprinted " recipes Pepe Carvalho" gone far too long from libraries?
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