I don't really feel like writing about Lagos right now so I'm gonna share Amparo's recipe for lentils. Maybe this dish is called Spanish Lentils or Lentejas al Amparo, but we just call them lentejas. So feel free to try this recipe, but they might come out very badly because Amparo doesn't go by a recipe when she makes them, and my extensive Spanish vocabulary doesn't really extend into cooking terms, so I did a lot of smiling and nodding while she explained it to me. She also makes these in her "express pot" which the internet told me was a pressure cooker (it looks like a big pot but the lid locks down on it) so if you have one of those all the better.
300 grams of lentils (about 10.5 ounces)
1 medium sized onion
5 cloves of garlic
1 laurel leaf
half spoonful of paprika (no I don't know what size spoon, I guess if you like paprika use a bigger spoon)
Put the lentils, whole onion (peeled!), 3 cloves of garlic, the laurel leaf, and the carrots in the pot. If you are using a pressure cooker, fill it with cold water to just above the solid ingredients (for a normal pot, twice the height of the solids). Then throw in a "chorro" of olive oil, which apparently from watching her do it means a quick pour in a circle around the outside edge of the pot (a splash? but more I think . . .) Bring it to boil and then turn the heat back down so it simmers, and cover it. This needs to cook until the lentils are soft, and if you are using a normal pot and the water gets low you need to add some more, because the lentils soak up the water. I don't know how long that part takes because I wasn't watching, but probably at least a half an hour (though if you burn your lentils I won't be responsible).
Once the lentils and other veggies are soft, put the pot on low heat and fish out the onion, garlic, and carrots and crush them with a fork, then put them back in. In a frying pan, brown the other two cloves of garlic with some olive oil or butter and however much paprika you decided to use. Then dump that in with the lentils and add salt (to taste, I assume, I have no numbers on this either). Finally let that cook 15 more minutes on low heat.
Hopefully what you ended up with is not too liquidy, it should look kind of goopy with clearly visible little lentils in it. I took some pictures of my last lentils meal for you to compare with, but I don't know how well they came out or how they truly convey the lentility of this dish. It's not really a soup, but it's not solid either, it's just lentejas. I prefer mine with a lot of bread (like a baguette, but with a harder exterior, though I guess a baguette would work too), and I think that's a general consensus among the Spaniards too. Enjoy?
Photo unrelated, but I totally rocked this picture of a horse today while walking on Monte Naranco:
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Well I know it's been quite a while since I've written anything on here, but I have had some stuff going of for most of that time, namely a 46 page paper about the Spanish Civil War and a two week trans-European train adventure. But before I can tell you about that I have to finish up my Portugal trip. When we left off I had just arrived in Lisbon, and the following two days were dedicated to exploring that city and it's immediate surroundings. The first day I had planned to head out to Belém for the morning, an area to the west of Lisbon on the shore of the river where there are a few historic buildings and a famous monument or two. Before I set off that way I noticed on my map that there was a scenic overlook really close to my hostel, so I decided to check that out first.
The view from the scenic overlook. Normally this would be a view of the river, with that statue of Jesus on a hill on the other side. Hmm, maybe now isn't a good time to go to those riverside monuments . . .
In light of the heavy fog covering the river I revised my plans and headed to the Castelo de São Jorge (Castle of St. George) that's prominently situated on top of a hill in the middle of town. It's been an important part of Lisbon since the Arabic times, when it was one of their last holdouts, and it was also a residence of the Portuguese kings. On my way up the hill I also stopped by the Cathedral of Lisbon, which as you may remember is called the Sé de Lisboa.
I saw these guys repairing the sidewalks and came to the conclusion that this is the worst job in the world. I'm sure you can think of a worse one, though, but seriously, think of the tedium.
Arqueological dig in the middle of the cloisters of the Cathedral. There is evidence of Arab houses and Roman sewers and roads.
Detail of the stained glass window. Which Apostle was it that had a dragon in his drink, again?
I expected the climb up to the castle to be a lot more strenuous, given the number of tourist-laden trolleys I saw passing me on the way up, but it was actually fairly easy. I spent a lot of time at the castle because there was a lot to explore, and I didn't want to leave any path untrodden. The views of the city were amazing, and I ate lunch on one of the ancient ramparts during a break from wandering.
Map of the Castelo de São Jorge; if you can't see it remember you can click it to make it larger. If you're interested, that is.
My lunchtime view. The Baixa neighborhood is in the foreground and the area where my hostel was located is on the hill behind it.
Precarious stairs to get up to the ramparts.
In the afternoon after leaving the castle I walked back down the hill through the Alfama neighborhood, which according to my guidebook was very scenic. It didn't do much for me, just a bunch of narrow roads that's easy to get lost in, but I guess it did have a very old-world feel. I went back in the direction of the hostel because I planned to check out the Museo du Chiado, a museum of modern art near the hostel, but this meant I would have to climb back up another hill. OR DID IT?
The Santa Justa elevator, built in 1902 by an apprentice of Gustav Eiffel to help lazy Lisboans avoid climbing this particular hill.
View of the Castelo de São Jorge from the Santa Justa elevator.
Unfortunately, the Museo du Chiado was closed that day, so I went back to the hostel to regroup and talk on skype for a little while. Later that night I took a tram out to Belém to photograph the monuments that I would be visiting the next day by night, then got some kebab at the most confusing mall in the world. There were escalators that led to the middle of stores and apparently 6 floors, although only 4 of them were accessible by said escalators. I finally escaped when I found the stairs, but it got a little hairy for a second there. Anyway, here's the Torre de Belém.
Torre de Belém, I'll tell you what this is later
My first stop the next morning was the Mosteiro dos Jerónimos (Hieronymites Monastery), one of the greatest examples of Manueline architecture typical of the Portuguese Age of Discovery.
Seriously, this place is huge. The closest part is actually the National Arqueology Museum, but I didn't know that until I got there so my schedule didn't include time to check it out.
Right across from the Mosteiro dos Jerónimos, on the waterfront, is the Padrão dos Descobrimentos, the Monument to the Discoveries. You've probably seen this before, as it's a pretty famous landmark of Lisbon, but if you're like me you didn't realize how gigantic it actually is. Hmm, this is kind of starting to be a theme.
The Torre de Belém was built to protect the harbor of Lisbon and was originally much further offshore, but then they extended the shoreline to create more land and now it's not very isolated at all.
The Torre de Belém also exemplifies the Manueline style, which is characterized by elaborate details. I can't see how this statue had much military function, but it's pretty.
The view from the Torre de Belém out to sea.
I was in Belém until about 3 in the afternoon, and I had to catch a train at 6:30 to go down to the Algarve region, so I spent the interval packing up my things and checking out the hostel, then exploring the area around the train station. And guess what I found over there?
Oh man, I definitely don't like casinos!
I walked into the Casino Lisboa with 20 euros telling myself I would double it at blackjack and then walk out, and that's exactly what I did. I used my new found wealth to buy some prepackaged pasta dinner and boarded the train for Lagos, feeling pretty sly. I'll try to update you guys about that pretty soon.