Another sunny day in Torremolinos, perfect for our day trip by train to Malaga. The Soho district, known for its street art, was a short walk from the train. The Jacaranda trees, with their purple blooms, were putting on a show. We took a lot of pictures as we made our way to the Mercado de Atarazanas.
The amount of shrimp, prawns and fish on offer at the market was a seafood eater’s delight. Prices were excellent for gammon (prawns), quisquilias (shrimp), and gigals (crayfish). Originally we were going to spend a week in Málaga by the market, but changed our plans at the last minute to stay in Torremolinos by the water and reminisce about our visit 50 years ago. I would have loved shopping the market everyday, que sera, sera.
We stopped to buy a cone of ham for €4.95 and moved a few shops down to enjoy it with a glass of white wine which was very reasonable at €3 for a generous pour of delicious white wine. There was a poster on the wall and I asked Jill if she knew what it was. She said, white bait. I was impressed. When we were in Torremolinos fifty years ago, my first meal after we checked in and went to the beach was white bait. Jill ordered grilled shrimp. Unfortunately, at that time Jill was a novice seafood eater and shook her head when the shrimp arrived with their heads on. She has come along way, but still needs to be out of the room when I am cleaning whole shrimp.
We made our way to our last stop, the famous shopping street Calle Larios. It was designed by a renowned architect with buildings with rounded corners to facilitate air movement. It is considered one of the most expensive streets in Spain.
We decided to take the train home and make chicken on a bun for lunch with the extra chicken thighs I cooked up the day before. We figured €3.50 for six boneless chicken thighs was enough for two meals. When I prepared them yesterday, I was impressed that I didn’t have to remove any fat as they were cleanly prepared. Back home, I always complain about how much fat I have to remove before cooking. It must be a European standard imposed on processors.
As we walked back from the train to our apartment, we passed a store which sold all kinds of rubber ducks. At the exact same time Jill’s phone started quaking, our son Jordan’s ring tone. Crazy coincidence.
Tonight we enjoyed a repeat of pork knuckles. We finished up the huge red bell pepper and the broccoli we hadn’t had a chance to eat. Our second last dinner before we head home.
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