I hatched a plan after my doctor described my latest blood test as "boring." I never wanted anything about me to be described as boring. So I drove from the middle of Long Island, epicenter of bland restaurants, to southern Brooklyn to pick up the Guidepost Galloping Gourmets. They can root out Spanish food better than a savy pig can find a truffle.
The memory of fresh sardines in landlocked Madrid; bread in the States with all sorts of national origins, not least Spanish, and how to make use of them when they grow stale; and lentil stew with chorizo transplanted to the States