Some Spanish students I used to knock around with in University tried to turn me to kalimotxo. I didn't get it. I thought the two ingredients would somehow synergistically become a magical better-than-the-sum-of-its-parts elixir. But instead it just tastes exactly how you would expect. And I like both Cola and Red.
The secret to a passable kalimotxo, I was told when I was 19 and gullible, is to mix real bad red (the type that will give you stomach ulcer) and mocka-cola, the kind you would find in Aldi. I was also told that the secret lies in the proportions. I tried it all, short of invoking the gods, to make it good, or to like other people’s poison… that shit ain’t good, no matter how hard you try.
I physically felt this as I read your raw, linguistic treat descriptions.
“Funny, I think to myself, as I peel my tongue off the roof of my mouth, I could have sworn I drank water for lunch, not three litres of kalimotxo”
The crater sized pores, the body reduced to a pathetic rag by the heat, all of it is so perfectly captured! It is torture and I fully empathize with the experience in every possible way.
Some Spanish students I used to knock around with in University tried to turn me to kalimotxo. I didn't get it. I thought the two ingredients would somehow synergistically become a magical better-than-the-sum-of-its-parts elixir. But instead it just tastes exactly how you would expect. And I like both Cola and Red.
The secret to a passable kalimotxo, I was told when I was 19 and gullible, is to mix real bad red (the type that will give you stomach ulcer) and mocka-cola, the kind you would find in Aldi. I was also told that the secret lies in the proportions. I tried it all, short of invoking the gods, to make it good, or to like other people’s poison… that shit ain’t good, no matter how hard you try.
Actionable advice here.
A very enjoyable read, perfectly capturing the oppression of the heat. And now I want risotto.
You should get some. Pair it with Prosecco if risotto with veggies. If with meat- Nebbiolo. Can’t go wrong.
The synchronicity!!
I physically felt this as I read your raw, linguistic treat descriptions.
“Funny, I think to myself, as I peel my tongue off the roof of my mouth, I could have sworn I drank water for lunch, not three litres of kalimotxo”
The crater sized pores, the body reduced to a pathetic rag by the heat, all of it is so perfectly captured! It is torture and I fully empathize with the experience in every possible way.
The bronze plaque had me laughing out loud.
Thank you Buckwheat. The heat is mind numbing. Can barely breathe.
I hope you can escape it soon!
“ because the Mantuan poet was already acclimatised” 😂 I wish it was my sassy answer to my professor in school
Right? I am sure that was the real reason.