|Produce vendor at edge of Boqueria|
I like to say I'm a foodie, but I have to admit that I definitely am not a foodie. I am not willing to take a risk when it comes to food. I know what I like, what I don't like, and what makes me sick—literally and figuratively—if I eat it. For example, foods I iike include steak (medium rare), salad with oil and vinegar, asparagus, cherry pie, and pasta. I do not like well-done steak, salad with Thousand Island dressing, brussel sprouts, mince meat pie, and bulgur. Among the foods that make me sick are fish, onions, liver, garlic, bleu cheese, and anything else I deem gross (squid, octopus, mussels, tongue). Sorry. I just can't do it.
|Produce inside Boqueria|
|Mushrooms are not cheap|
|Catalan candy (nougat)|
|Fruit drinks are all the rage.|
"Oh my goodness," I exclaimed. "GAG."
"Oh, stop," Mike said. "It's fish." (below)
"It's disgusting," I insisted, "both to smell and to look at. I'm going over there." I pointed to an area where there were no fish. The smell was better, but I ended up in front of a meat case that had a cow tongue in it "Oh, dear God," I said.
|Fish of some sort screaming at me|
We walked down that aisle, and soon Mike was complaining about the smell.
"There must be olives near here," he said. Olives are one of the foods Mr. Adventure won't try.
"Right behind you." I pointed at them and went over to look (below). I love olives and would have bought some if they had been packaged. I wasn't wild about seeing little gnats hovering above them.
We walked down a couple of more aisles and found ourselves near hams and sausages (below). I love sausage and prosciutto, but I have to admit that I will be happy not to have a cured meat for some time after I get home. I've developed some sort of aversion to them because no matter where we go, we see ham. Barcelona even has a HAM MUSEUM. Close to the Boqueria, the Jamon Experience (Click that for more info.)costs 19 euros per adult. I'm not sure if you get to taste ham, but I'm not going to find out anytime soon.
Most of the ham vendors have, in addition to the honking big hams with hoofs still attached, sausages hanging in their booths.
"I'm glad I'm boycotting sausage right now," I told Mike, "although ever if I weren't we wouldn't be trying any of these things." (below). While I've seen black sausage before (I think it was blood sausage), I've never seen green or beige. Mike said nothing because he was turning green just looking at them.
"I wonder who buys all this stuff," I said as I snapped a photo of marzipan shaped like hamburgers, hot dogs, eggs, cheese, and more. Marzipan is one of those things I don't like.
"I have no idea," Mike answered, "but that lady is filling the empty spots, so someone must buy them. Do you want some chocolate?"
"No, thanks." I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I wasn't about to deprive the little gnats of their dessert, either.
If you are interested in seeing a few videos of the Boqueria, here are links to a few I shot: