The Beginning of Summer
As far as I’m concerned, it is officially summer in Madrid. The past five days have been upwards of 25ºC (77ºF) and sunny. When I say sunny, I mean not-a-single-cloud-in-the-sky, no-escaping-the-heat sunny. So most days it feels considerably warmer than the listed temperature, and pretty much everyone suffers from heat-induced lethargy, a.k.a. never-ending siesta.
This also means that most people’s appetites are out of whack. No one in their right mind feels like standing over a hot stove or turning on an oven, let alone eating a hot meal. That’s why they invented cool bowls of gazpacho and refreshing salads, after all. So what did I do? Why, I decided to make pasta with meatballs, of course!
Let me back up. First, I headed to Retiro Park, which is in full springtime bloom.
Then I rented a rowboat with a friend and rowed around the lake, in full sunshine, from 12 to 1.
When I got home, my face significantly redder, I immediately started to throw together some meatballs with the ingredients I had on hand: ground chicken, egg, bread crumbs, fresh parsley, oregano, sweet basil, salt, sherry vinegar, and all of our leftover parmesan cheese (minced, since we don’t have a grater). I browned them in butter on the stove:
Once they were browned on both sides, I tossed them in a pot of simple tomato sauce (tomatoes, crushed garlic, red onion, and spices) to simmer. And voilà, 35 very hot minutes later, I had absolutely no desire to eat anything.
But today, it’s slightly cooler outside, I just got back from a swim, and I’m hungry.