Elodie came back from the fish shop with something terrible, something fearful. I had suggested she buy some squid for dinner; she came home with the tentacles of Kraken. Terrifying to look at, terrifying to contemplate, terrifying to ponder how to cook.
Clearly too thick to quickly pan fry or grill, so a long soak in a Catalan inspired soup of tomato, garlic, green chilli and vegetable stock. It worked quite well, soured with a splash of Xeres vinegar at the end. After an hour the arms had rendered their toughness, softened to the bite and were entirely less fearsome.
My second favourite wine of the year is this: 2012 Les Terrasses from Alvaro Palacios in Priorat. Grenache and Carignan, it is at once fruit driven and powerful, but here with a velvety, silken texture. There is tannin, there is alcohol, but both are handled with a gossamer touch. It slips down the gullet easily. I won’t be the first to say this but Mr Palacios makes an extremely fine bottle of wine.
Furthermore, France being France, wines from Priorat are not something you come across too often and I intend to examine and remedy the question further.
I had the 2003 L’Ermita once, at an incredibly generous informal tapas lunch with my friend Pedro of Bodegas Santa Cecilia in Madrid. Les Terrasses is not the same calibre, for sure, but it a wonderful bottle of wine. What more could you want from a wine than to wrestle the arms of Kraken in a silken embrace?
Vamos a Grattalops!