Food porn: trying Cantabrian partridge in Santander

Since Lena Dunham happened to the feminist world, there is no shame in admitting being a weirdo. Which I am. Or how my family would say, “peculiar”, “unusual” and “restless” girl (and believe me, they don’t mean it in the good way. It is more a fixed answer for all the WHY on Earth your 30 year old fertile daughter/granddaughter/niece doesn’t have any children. Or a husband at least? questions they are getting).

This weirdo has spent all her life hating meat. By which I mean, crying hard and “cheering” my family with a disgusted grimace on my chubby face every time my mother would make me eat any kind of meat.

Then, I spent another 7 years being vegetarian and 3 of being vegan that I really enjoyed. I recall it as a very nice period that opened me to a whole new world of yummy products. Unfortunately, lovely how it was, the tasty experience gave me osteopenia.

A side note: I HAVE LOVED desserts my whole life. Any kind of dessert. No picking at desserts! I have never said NO to a chocolate cookie or strawberry ice cream.

I got back to the meat side this summer due to health reasons, but still chicken breast and white fish is all I can get into my stomach without barfing. Any other meat related dishes makes me wanting to run away from the table (to the nearest pastry shop, for example).

And then I tried partridge for the first time in my life.

And it was a magical experience. I am not sure if it was the warm breeze of the Cantabrian Sea, the beautiful city of Santander with its hot sunny weather or other good-karma related thing.

Santander
                                Randomly overdosing sun before lunch, right? 

 

No need to get poetic about partridge, I know. Simply, the chef of Hotel Santemar Restaurant in Santander is a freaking genius! He fed me with one of the best dishes I have ever tried.

 

The orgazmic meat was hidden under awesome dressing! Ahhgg...
                     The orgazmic meat was hidden under awesome dressing! Ooooaaa…

The partridge breast was served as a cold salad, marinated in mustard based salsa, with fresh veggies on a side. The meat was tender and tasty. Something between turkey and raw salmon, and kind of sweety

There was no strange taste of venison which I hate. I just felt like keeping eating it for the rest of the day (I even briefly considered skipping dessert and repeating the partridge dish). Pity I had to take the 5 o’clock bus back to Madrid where nobody would cook partridge for me. It’s all about tacos and Chinese food here!

But thank you Santander for introducing partridge into my diet! And now I am off to El Corte Ingles is search for fresh partridge meat. Byee! 

 

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