Spanish tortilla

It’s been more than a week of this now, but I didn’t find the moment to put the picture before. It’s funny how in different parts of the world we tend to assign nationalities to dishes without giving much of a thought to whether they come from those places or not. It surprised me when I arrived to Uganda the fact that you can find Spanish omelette in every menu around here. It was even more surprising to find out that what they serve is what in Spain is called French omelette.

In any case, as it is already a tradition, wherever I go I end up making a real Spanish omelette o tortilla española. In this occasion it was a team work since there were two of us from Spain (the other two Spanish members of the crew had left already; 4 Spanish women and 1 German guy, we beat them in this game). We had to improvise quite a bit. The pan, thicker than usual for these affairs, worked pretty well and did not get stuck to the potatoes; the oil was not olive oil, of course, but that is a luxury anyway, so the sunflower seed oil counted as part of the original recipe. The fire, to focused on the center of the pan, almost burns our delicatessen; the plate… The plate was the most creative part of all. Do you remember those colorful stools from the 80’s that had some storage space inside? Well, the lid of one of those was the plate to turn the tortilla. The best of all was that, ones made, it was already on the table.

The dinner was Hispano-Nigerian, both in the people and in the dishes. Everything was delicious but, since I am not sure how to write the names of the African dishes, I prefer to leave the picture and avoid kicking one more language.