Lots of people assume that because I am Spanish I am a good cook... I am not sure where this comes from. Maybe because of the food markets that you can see everyday in spanish towns or because there are good restaurants and tapas bars everywhere in Spain (specially in the Vasc Country where most of the surfers go). But this should be a 'red flag' on itself... look at how many spanish are in these bars eating everyday!... probably because spanish girls are not that good at cooking. Of course that it is part of the culture too, and bars are full of spanish that are catching up with friends. But there are other reasons too... most of us have grown up with 'help' in the house. That is a person that comes to 'help' cleaning and cooking everyday... and spanish houses have a kitchen that it is 'away' from the living area (let's say that there is no 'open living') so meals are prepared out of sight for most of us as we grow up. I personally never had any interest in learning either, and this doesn't help but I have to say that although we always had 'help' in the house, my mum can cook really well.
I describe my cooking style as 'survival cooking' because I am not going to starve, but I don't have a 'signature dish' to impress anyone. If you want to eat paella in my house...make sure that Brocky is around to make it (he learnt from my mum...)
You may argue that not all the spanish girls are as bad in the kitchen as I am... I can only say: Maybe.
For example, the other day I went to a spanish friend's place for lunch, Elisa, she was cooking pizzas and I was bringing desert. Normally I would stop at a good bakery on the way to buy something but all the suddently I wanted to impress...so I baked something; my third attempt at baking in the past ten years! I took a photo to show that sometimes when the planets are aligned the right way, I can bake.
There were four of them...but I didn't think to take a picture until I had eaten one and it tasted nice! the name of it according to my baking book is: 'Pear, chocolate and almond galette'.
What happened next made me feel very good and proud about my cooking. I arrived to Elisa's gave her the desert and with my best 'voice' I instructed: ...just need to be 5 minutes in the oven to warm up a bit and melt the chocolate. Handed over the plate and sat on the table outside like a good guest.
That's a photo of Elisa's interpretation of the 'warm up a bit'...it must be the Spanish blood in her!