Asturias: In the Midst of Urchins

4 02 2013

Thighs on Christmas

I’d wanted to hit Asturias ever since my first year in Madrid, when their tourism board ran a months-long campaign in the Sol metro that I had to pass through each weekday on my way north. The 2012 December puente brought the time, the cash, the company. Behold: Oviedo calves at Christmastime.

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The Asturian capital is stately and gray under December skies.

Storefront Sausage FantasiesFonts on Christmas

The area is known for taking delight in gastronomic excess; embutidos, quesos, and sidra abound.
Mordor

No car at my disposal this time around, so mountains and surrounding expansive country must wait.

Puerto de Gijón
Oricios!No More Oricios

Coastal Gijón is easily accessible by bus, and brought the promise of eating odd bits from the sea. If the last bus back had left just a moment later, I might have fit in a third plate of oricios.

For the curious: they’re briny, the velvet of the bright orange roe interrupted here and there by a stray gritty crunch from the spines. They remind me of how one’s lips taste after an hour spent diving. Lovely, and wonderful in canned form as well.


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5 02 2013
Cat of Sunshine and Siestas

My boyfriend’s maternal family is from Asturias, and I’ve been pining to go back since we first went in 2009. Doing the Camino del Norte this year because of that desire – just no oricios. Not my thing!

10 02 2013
Linda

Want to go. Real bad.

11 02 2013
Janet

Looks phenomenal!

17 03 2013
Lyon: Traboules, Les Halles, Au 14 Février Vieux Lyon | The Right Road

[…] particularly when we note a table enjoying a selection of urchins. I’ve gushed over the Asturian oricios such that MP wants a few oursins of her own, so we stumble our way through the French: une […]

17 03 2013
Lyon: Traboules, Les Halles, Au 14 Février Vieux Lyon | con tomates

[…] particularly when we note a table enjoying a selection of urchins. I’ve gushed over the Asturian oricios such that MP wants a few oursins of her own, so we stumble our way through the French: une […]

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