One of the highlights of the Granada Festival I attended last week was being treated to a local Spanish delicacy: boiled octopus! Eduardo and Alejandro, two of the festival’s organizers, brought in a cook recognized for her mastery of the dish and invited all the volunteers, artists and authors to a big feast!
The wine flowed and soon traditional wooden plates, which are cooked along with the octopus, began to appear before us heaped with buttery tentacles.
It looked like something from the depthes of a methane sea on Venus, but it tasted incredible. And of course, cartoonists will be cartoonists. Jim Salicrup wasn’t the only one to pose for tentacle-hanging-out-of-mouth photos.
Soon the wine was replaced by another local tradition; a sweet and delicious distilled drink that clocked in somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred and eighty proof. Pornsak Pichetschote and Joe Kubert, along with everyone in the hall, were soon grinning bear to ear.
The evening progressed to a line of local men singing a bawdy ditty that involved a lot of crotch grabbing. Any further photos that were taken are too blurry to publish.3 Comments »