Qué Comer

Bull's tails

A very traditional dish in Sanfermin. The dish is mainly composed of a stew made from the back portion of the bull, along with potatoes and vegetables. It is not very normal to serve the "balls" as an added dressing, as it is not quite the same kind of meat. However, there are some people here who find it hard to resist a couple of these delicacies from the bull.

Yesterday I didn't eat bull's tail. The real tradition would be that the meat should come from a bull killed in the ring, but this is impossible now thanks to the syndrome of the "crazy cows" which has lately castigated us Europeans.

The bulls, presumably "crazy", are now brought directly to the crematorium after being teased silly with a red cloth in the ring, given some jabs from some sharp objects, and maybe even have had their ears cut off if they have behaved well in the ring which bears their name…

Qué beber

Lemon Sherbet

A bit of a toff's drink. Especially good to order when you are not paying for the round. It is made up of frozen lemon and champagne or sparkling wine.
During especially-hot days it is particularly refreshing, and it tends to be rather sticky on the clothes should someone decide to throw it over you.

Yours truly once had five liters of the stuff (in a bucket) thrown over him while at the bull-fight (for trying to be provocative, it has to be admitted).
When my clothes dried out, I found I had serious difficulties in moving the body.

Sanfermin Fauna

The “Dirtier you are, the Better” School of Thought

Here in Kukuxumusu we like to make sketches of kisses on the T-shirts but we have never managed to find that particular quality of dirty garment.

The kids, when they can get the opportunity of celebrating their first Sanfermin out of the sight of their parents, have two essential ideas in mind, their first wild flings and secondly to go around as dirty as it is possible to to be. Especially on the first day, the 6th of July, the start of the Festival.

Some of us, with the passing years, continue with our scanty ability to find wild flings, and so we acquiesce with just going round looking as filthy as we possibly can. But we are not as bad as some!