Spanish toast


A Spanish toast: una tostada con mantequilla y marmelada

A Spanish toast: una tostada con mantequilla y marmelada

Our trip to Spain was full of adventures. We traveled by train, by bus, by air, by boat and by foot and had one rather scary taxi ride. We saw historic landmarks and breathtaking scenery, an ancient palace and some masterpieces of modern architecture, and many more things that I’ll hopefully tell you about soon. Among my favorite memories of the trip, however, are the calm moments we had just enjoying sitting still for a little meal.

In Sevilla, we stayed in an apartment located in a little pedestrian square. A perk of this particular place was that the owner also owned the little bar/cafe down in the square, and breakfast was included in the nightly rate. (I’m ever-so-grateful to az, who helped us pick this place, from among a dizzying array of apartment options.)

Breakfast was served from 7 a.m. till noon. After the first rather stressful morning (during which we found that it didn’t work too well to actually have breakfast downstairs due to the difficulties of wrangling small children out the door before their breakfast, combined with the rush of people breakfasting at the hour of the day coinciding with our ability to get the small children out the door), we found that it was very pleasant to sit outside for a late-morning snack.

The included desayuno consisted of a beverage (such as coffee or cola cao, the Spanish version of hot cocoa), plus fresh squeezed orange juice, and a “tostada.” The tostada was a toasted mini-baguette, which we could get with various toppings. A couple of times, I had my tostada with tomato and olive oil, a popular and tasty Spanish breakfast. Mostly, though, we would get mantequilla y marmelada (butter and jam). The toast was always fresh and hot, and the butter was so sweet and tasty that I rarely added jam. The coffee was excellent, as was the orange juice.

A view of the cafe tables set up in the square.

A view of the cafe tables set up in the square.

The square was shaded by orange trees.

The square was shaded by little orange trees.

The window where we'd order and collect our breakfast. We did, however, need to be cautious as we walked from the cafe window to the tables, as you never knew when a moped might drive along the sidewalk in front of the cafe.

The window where we'd order and collect our breakfast. We did, however, need to be cautious as we walked from the cafe window to the tables, as you never knew when a moped might drive along the sidewalk in front of the cafe.

Phoebe and Theo.

Phoebe and Theo.

Phoebe enjoys the last drops of her hot chocolate.

Phoebe enjoys the last drops of her hot chocolate.

Theo enjoys his crust of bread.

Theo enjoys his crust of bread.

Here’s a little movie of Phoebe and Theo down at the cafe. I warn you that nothing much happens in the movie, but it captures a bit of one of those pleasant mornings.

If I could, I’d go back there in a heartbeat. I’d raise my glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice in a toast:

To the pleasures of a tasty mid-morning snack, sitting in a little outdoor cafe, in a little square, on a beautiful day, in a charming old Spanish city.

(Actually, I probably wouldn’t actually say all of that. But this post was inspired by this week’s Monday Mission, which was to post in the style of a toast. I chose to post about toast.)

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12 responses to “Spanish toast

  1. I love toast. Despite the fact that I’m trying to lose weight, I couldn’t resist buying a nice jar of apricot jam and eating una tostada con mantequilla y marmelada three times last week for breakfast.

    Are you familiar with this ditty? In my house, we burst out with it at all manner of odd moments.

  2. I, too, am a lover of toast. And toast with apricot jam? Mmmm …

    Phoebe is so cute in her hot chocolate photo. It’s funny because she actually looks a bit more grown in that pic. Something about the expression on her face. And Theo couldn’t look happier with his toast!

  3. of COURSE you did a toast to TOAST. I love it.

    Have you noticed how the smell of toast makes you crave toast. Apparently the same is true about a post about toast.

    by the way… love theo’s RED sox. ;) and always fun to hear your voice.

  4. I laughed right out loud–“Spanish Toast”

    “No bread. Then bring me some toast!”
    Punch, 1852

    My husband spent a number of months in Seville and loved it.

  5. I am also a fan of toast. And relaxed snacks in European cafes in little squares. Those are usually the best moments in a trip, even if you also love sightseeing.

    But in the video, I was totally hypnotized by Theo’s articulate little foot, pointing and flexing! I wish my feet were that bendy–maybe it wouldn’t make that big of a difference in my dancing, but it seems like it might.

  6. Clicking through to youtube and looking at the related videos reveals that Phoebe and Theo are also two adventuresome pugs, among other things. They get around!

  7. That looks absolutely blissful!

  8. ay, yo amo mantequilla.

  9. I’ve only been to Granada in Spain, but the little outdoor cafe in a square could have been from there – must be a typical Spain scene. We loved the orange juice there, but unfortunately missed out on the local toast. Sounds like I’ll have to go back to catch it.

  10. must. go. to. europe. soon. must.

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