I mean just celebrated seventy anniversary of the Tomatina in Buñol, beautiful Valencian town definitely, apart from this, I know him not passing, but having made night one day, but this small city deserves all one to get to know life in all its dimensions, if it is reached.
However these days, and around the world, people from ninety five nationalities up to one hundred and fifty thousand visitors have taken part in this celebration as the red blood-blood that plant at any rate, where to look, Spain again placed whole in what is, without doubt, one of our most amazing celebrations.
That said, step by telling "the importance of tomato in my life."
I tell you, it is part and strong, making it the first capitulaje of my life. In other words, it is what is the intimate, indelible Kitchen modest dining room of my family house Granada landscape. But what is my own birth, because I was born in Pinar, olive people of the Moorish province, and one of my biggest primary adventure is to "those mornings where we had tomatoes from our gardens to the vast history of the reapers that with a sickle Solana Ciudad Real, cut -segaban, which is the verb exact-the harvest of barley or wheat in which those solanas not grow olives, but winter bread for us humans and to our goats, for example.
The tomato was essential in our food, in our culture, in our daily lives. Key like bread, like salt. You see, right now, in the list of essential flavors of my long life, is that tomato in the morning we cut neatly and nocturnal, because it was almost a crime, even those tomatoes on the vine, that still left you in clumsy hands of city boy, the smell of wonderful golf, shooting that green lemon, this last and intimate satisfaction of that rock salt that accompanies you in a pocket near the slingshot. And if, by some miracle, you could add a dash of oil well ... blessed Gloria!
But also, if you shared with the harvesters, the gleaners even, they were women who followed the sickle, for if left something on the way, it was a taste of heaven. Then therefore always part two of our core flavors of summer.
Namely.
Gazpacho, which is now claimed, or pipirrana which is the solid core of gazpacho or salmorejo now so huge today, which is something else that the gazpacho because you need or have to add some imagination, so that no There gazpacho that resembles another, even if they are crafted with the same goal posts. It all depends on what is called art and the miracle of the artisan working doll, which comes to become an artist at the time. And I must say, in honor of the truth, that recently I was appointed Knight of the Order of Salmorejo during a party in which, if that were not enough, they deliver separate diploma and license, neither more nor less than a layer signed by himself master of the art of scissors, awarded the Golden Needle, Elio Berhayer Cordoba, huge and deserved recognition.
And in my memory always is, more than fifty years ago, the day that one of the most amazing, then, avenues that Berlin party, I found a fabulous showcase, under the overhead light snow and cold, as a flaming red, in a beautiful silver tray on which it was read in several languages jewel, including ours:
- Tomato southern Spain, Almeria, same yesterday gathered at a place called Nijar.
Like a jewel, because it was closed winter, and I went to have Christmas Eve in a village along the wall, in the company yes, sir José María Carrascal, who was the correspondent in Germany.
And it was really a jewel by the presence and essence, and especially with those cold then.
Tired of picking tomatoes, she told me one day, one night, the boy from the fields of dahlias, which is going to Barcelona to seek his fortune with a bag in hand. And at the foot of very long train, almost exile, the young man with an air of Andalusian peasant. He said:
- I'm looking for my site, to see if they match. I am a singer. Take note of my name. My name is Manolo Escobar.
Olé. South tomato, like Buñol, a jewel in the crown of the food and the future of Spain in all aspects. My mother said:
- The tomato, son, the ugliest has better flavor
And he was right, sometimes I even used it for my own presentation at the time of the Madrid dance, just in case. It was a definition.
Then in Murcia, I have lately known the best. -of Razor parties if possible, better than dining-knife into two parts across and carefully, in the exact time and at the right moment. Or overripe, not harder account. If you have your bouquet up the better, and a green dot does not matter. I have some friends on the shores of Mar Menor, as Jerome, King of Sports Palomos of San Javier, who knows the place like a treasure, the best in the world, as those others in the beautiful village of Isla Plana, Murcia also by the sea, which come to get the best in the planet Earth.
I would also say that there are, among tomato products, one very special, which is Jorge Javier Vazquez, and that opens these days, at last, his play, I think in Málaga, risking everything on one card. The great host and terrific writer, still waiting for his next book, and appeared resplendent in that unforgettable "Aquí hay tomate" on TV, he found the way to this magnificent program that is "Save me" time, whatever they say, I see, to learn, almost every afternoon.
And, I will say that one of the great guitar today, besides the family of the Habichuela, which are unique, and the Sacromonte, for more signs, warning you, if you did not know, called Tomatito, and it is, as the Andrés Segovia Gypsy guitar.
Hence today, meanwhile name, say immortal, our daily columnar, less the weekend that usually rest, so to speak, we agree that the Tomatina in Buñol should be -but ya- recognized as interest party, at least cultural or natural. And ended with a verse, must end as a chronic or whatever, like this one today, so full of memories, that song of youth who said:
Too bad the tomato
That cut matte
They put in a can
And they charge nonsense
It is best to finish doing, as it does for everyone, in the time of human blood, the recognition of the glory of nature, which is the tomato continues to share my memory and my future.
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