The first time I had Calcots was in March 2012 on a vineyard in Spain. The fresh, green colored onions were grilled on open fire, along juicy pieces of lamb and other vegetables. I had a glass of Cava in my hand – life was perfect in that moment. I carry this memory with me like a token. Its one of those happy moment where life could not have been more perfect. Day after was not that pleasant: too much cava and smelling like a campfire due to hanging around the barbecue too much. But I dont hang on to that part. My memory is all about dangling the calcot above my mouth, trying to take a bite without making a mess. I totally made a mess, but it did not matter. A few weeks ago, M noticed that a local wine bar in Stockholm advertised Calçotada, which is a special event to celebrate the harvest of the onions, so off course we had to go and see what it was all about. Continue reading “Cava and Calcots – a Celebration of Onions”
I am all packed and ready to go! Just need to wait 24 hours for the plane to take of as well. As I have some time to kill, I started looking at some photos from a year ago, and thought that I could share them with you to get everyone in the mood for Cava.
In the pictures it’s March 2014. It’s the time of the year to enjoy increasing rays of sun and Calcotada’s, green, long onions that you grill and dip to some delicious Romesco sauce (best ever!).
We walked around in the village, took a tour around Torre Blanca, the home of Llagrima d’Or and Peret Fuster wines, and had a great barbecue at the vineyard. It was warm and sunny, we wore cool (at least we thought so after some cava…) cowboy hats and my friend Sami did a “sideways run” in between the vines (no pictures of that I’m afraid). Good times!
The agenda for the coming days will be very much focused on meeting some new producers. We will be visiting Vilarnau, Rimarts and Castellroig; and perhaps pop in at a few other estates if they just have an open door policy (you never know). We will also be having a barbecue (with Calcots) with our friends at Peret Fuster (yay!). So pace yourself for a weekend of fun, sun and Cava. Barcelona here I come!