EXQUISITOS MANTECADOS ESCORIAL - HECHO A MANO

Marca registrada internacional.
Lote IX500

INGREDIENTES: Harina de trigo, azúcar, manteca pura y almendra "Marcona" seleccionada. Elaboración natural (sin conservantes ni colorantes).
INGREDIENTS: Wheat flour, sugar, pure lard and special "Marcona" almonds. Natural processing (No preservatives. No colourants).
INGREDIENTS: Farine de froment, sucre, saindoux pur et amandes supérieres spéciales "Marcona". Elaboration naturelle (sans conservateurs ni colorants).
ZUTATEN: Weizenmehl, Zucker, reines Schweineschmalz und die einmaligen "Marcona" Mandeln. Natürliche herstellung (ohne konservierungsstafe, ohne farbstoffe).
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  Vini, vidi, vinci - My Marathon

For obvious reasons I couldn't take this picture myself

3:49:09 h. is not saying much.
5ºC and lots of rain and wind don't mean much either.
...it's just the word Marathon that ads up the epic to the figures.

42.195 metres of suffering and joy and many things one cannot express. More than that, it's been 3 months, more than 600km, and a peerless sense of adventure.

*Yes, the thing in red about to cross the line it's me!  ¶ 12:49 13 comments

  Entrance

Click on the image for a larger and more beautiful picture

Entrance.  ¶ 11:49 6 comments

  My favourite curry

This is my favourite curry place in London. Funnily enough we discovered it long before we even thought of coming to live here. It was by chance, as many a good thing in life happens. Ever since that day in May 2004 I reckon we have come back here to eat more than 20 times. With friends and relatives, acquaintances. In the summer months we like to seat by a side door, usually left open...so we can enjoy a bit of breeze (sometimes needed for the hot dishes).
Although we try to taste different dishes and new flavours, many times we just stick to our favourites, sish kebab, and curries with many chappatis and pilav rice.
After our meal, we usually take a stroll to the nearby Ambala for a treat, but the other day we discovered that besides savoury dishes and sweets...they also have a delicious rasmalai, with a lovely hint of rose water.
And then, there are those metal cups and jugs for the water.



I love those cups.  ¶ 11:50 6 comments

  Jackfruit in London

Click on the image to have a closer look, YOU MIGHT FIND SOMETHING!


Yesterday evening, on the way back home, a yellowish thing outside a supermaket door catched my eye. It looked as food to me, somehow like a strange fruit. I was lucky because there was a man from Bangladesh picking one of those weird fruit packages and I had the chance to ask him about it. He told me that it was a delicious fruit, ready to eat, something called Jackfruit. It was his smile and the pleasure on his face and hands as he spoke that convinced me. So here it is: The Jackfruit.
Back home I googled for a while and I discovered that what I was about to eat was nothing but the seeds of a very usual fruit on asian shops around here. The jackfruit is apparently the biggest among the fruits, it's huge, green and quite bizarre for Europeans, accustomed to apples and pears.
Wiki-Jackfruit


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A good friend of mine has a brand new blog showing his everyday origami (Japanese folded paper figures). It's just amazing what he can achieve with a sheet of paper. Origami Photos (en español)  ¶ 10:08 4 comments

  Lya and Mr. Eggtor, the Qee

Sunday evening I went down to the 93 Feet East in Brick Lane to meet Lya. A brasileir-nippon graphic designer. She works together with her husband Héctor. On the image above you can see their latest work for the Matsuri live paint event, called "Aborigen".
On the couple of pictures below, let me introduce you to Mr Eggtor, their lovely creature from Tortoy. It's an egg-shaped Qee a fashionable toy whose new world I have just discovered. (It also turns into a quite particular key ring).

Aquí tenéis una entrevista en español con Tortoy.  ¶ 15:46 4 comments

  Feodosia (The WTM series 3)

Someone left a bunch of postcards on my counter at the WTM. It happened to be one of the most wonderful discoveries of the entire fair: the city of Feodosia. An unlikely place deep in the heart of Crimea, not far away from Sevastopol. Places of the soul, names that have always filled my mind. Nothing equals the evocative power of those names, if something, it is indeed this sort of images.  ¶ 12:44 0 comments

  The mayor of agadir gave me some oranges (The WTM series 2)

The mayor of Agadir gave me some oranges, it was at the WTM 05, they came in a little orange bag. Well, he was giving them for free to everybody, so you could see those orange bags all around the exhibition centre, between the stands and on the hands of men in suits of all races, also thrown and forgotten on corners and behind the colorful cardboard decor.  ¶ 09:59 4 comments

  101 km por la infancia

101 km por la infancia  ¶ 00:00 0 comments

  Pipilotti Rist in London

These are some pics of the video intallation of artist Pipilotti Rist at the Hauser & Wirth Gallery in London.
The images are projected from a hanging projector (the dark round thing on the image) onto the mirror floor and the reflection fills the ceiling of the gallery (formerly a bank). On the other hand, the projector casts another video directly onto a decorative plaster circle on the ceiling (maybe the space for a chandelier?). It all makes for a pretty amazing ensemble, as you are invited to lie on some sort of bed-looking-benches and look upwards to the ceiling (that's how I got these pictures). Meanwhile, a strange music fills the air. 100% Pipilotti Rist.

I discovered the work of Pipilotti Rist in Amsterdam back in 1998, then she came to meet me in Bilbao, my hometown, and our paths cross again here in London. I love the magical images and her slow motion world...  ¶ 18:56 4 comments

  Melilla and me (The WTM series 1)

I'm living a strange life until Thursday, working in the WTM 2005 (World Travel Market), one of the biggest fairs in the tourism world. I work in a truly unlikely place, the Melilla Tourist Board stand.
Melilla is one of the two Spanish cities in northern Africa (the other one being Ceuta), 65.000 inhabitants in 12 squ. Km.
Funny things you do for money.
The picture is my stand. Obviously there's something missing in the middle, me.
Melilla and me.  ¶ 00:24 7 comments

  Round and round

Instalation of artist Carsten Höller at the Gagosian Gallery, Brittania St., London last September.  ¶ 13:10 11 comments

  Sari

Their hands, their hands, their faces, their hands.  ¶ 13:54 6 comments

  Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent

Tout est affaire de décor
Changer de lit changer de corps
À quoi bon puisque c'est encore
Moi qui moi-même me trahis
Moi qui me traîne et m'éparpille
Et mon ombre se déshabille
Dans les bras semblables des filles
Où j'ai cru trouver un pays.

Coeur léger coeur changeant coeur lourd
Le temps de rêver est bien court
Que faut-il faire de mes jours
Que faut-il faire de mes nuits
Je n'avais amour ni demeure
Nulle part où je vive ou meure
Je passais comme la rumeur
Je m'endormais comme le bruit.

C'était un temps déraisonnable
On avait mis les morts à table
On faisait des châteaux de sable
On prenait les loups pour des chiens
Tout changeait de pôle et d'épaule
La pièce était-elle ou non drôle
Moi si j'y tenais mal mon rôle
C'était de n'y comprendre rien

Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent
Et leurs baisers au loin les suivent

Dans le quartier Hohenzollern
Entre La Sarre et les casernes
Comme les fleurs de la luzerne
Fleurissaient les seins de Lola
Elle avait un coeur d'hirondelle
Sur le canapé du bordel
Je venais m'allonger près d'elle
Dans les hoquets du pianola.

Le ciel était gris de nuages
Il y volait des oies sauvages
Qui criaient la mort au passage
Au-dessus des maisons des quais
Je les voyais par la fenêtre
Leur chant triste entrait dans mon être
Et je croyais y reconnaître
Du Rainer Maria Rilke.

Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent
Et leurs baisers au loin les suivent.

Elle était brune elle était blanche
Ses cheveux tombaient sur ses hanches
Et la semaine et le dimanche
Elle ouvrait à tous ses bras nus
Elle avait des yeux de faïence
Elle travaillait avec vaillance
Pour un artilleur de Mayence
Qui n'en est jamais revenu.

Il est d'autres soldats en ville
Et la nuit montent les civils
Remets du rimmel à tes cils
Lola qui t'en iras bientôt
Encore un verre de liqueur
Ce fut en avril à cinq heures
Au petit jour que dans ton coeur
Un dragon plongea son couteau

Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent
Et leurs baisers au loin les suivent.

Louis Aragon, adapted by Léo Ferré.
I listen to it restlessly on the voice of Yves Montand.  ¶ 12:39 3 comments

  Fairy Christmas in November - Mundo absurdo

El mundo está tonto, me preocupa.  ¶ 14:16 9 comments

  London River Lea

Autumn, cycling along the River Lea in East London. Tea and chips and the hum of local people speaking about the last result of the Tottenham Hotspurs.  ¶ 11:02 7 comments