
Our friends Hamilton and Ana called last week to invite us to a holiday party. Hamilton is a historian who works on Modern Spain. Ana is from Spain and is a pilot. You really can’t get any more modern and Spanish than that. So, when they called, they said they were having a tapas luck party. Kind of like a pot luck party, but they want people to bring tapas. I think this is a very good idea, especially since many of our friends are really good cooks and I know that they will make things that I will want to eat.
I’m one of those people who studied Spanish in college (for three years!) but never spent enough time in a Spanish-speaking country to get really good at it. Before my husband the Spanish professor and I got together, I’d had only one opportunity to practice the language out of the classroom; it was during a trip to Mexico for New Year’s one year. I ate and drank and danced quite a bit, but had almost no opportunities to speak Spanish. That experience was enough to make me realize I understand the language pretty well, but I hadn’t ever learned how to ask where the bathroom was. For a trip to Mexico, this is an important question. Since I’ve been married, I’ve had several trips to Spain and a little more practice with the language. I did learn how to ask where the bathroom is, but I don’t always understand the answer.

I’ve also learned that Spain is one of my favorite places in the world for food. I’m not talking about the El Bull? revolution. Just give me the olives, the cheese, the ham and the chorizo, thank you very much. The everyday stuff. The first time I went to Spain with Erik, we had an unexpected vacation. We were supposed to be going to the Biblioteca Nacional, the national library in Madrid, but it was closed for renovations much longer than they had announced. What do you do for three weeks in Spain when you have no money? You walk to Santiago de Compostela. This is the place where Saint James’ bones were supposedly buried. It has been a site of pilgrimage for more than a thousand years. Known in Spain as el camino, the road to Santiago was declared a UNESCO World Heritage site in 1993 and is something many people do these days more as a form of tourism than as religious ritual.
What I liked best about walking road to Saint James was the rhythm of the day. Wake up early, eat a sweet pastry and drink some coffee. Walk until eleven and stop for a little sandwich and something to drink. Walk again until two in the afternoon. Find a refugio, one of the hostels that dot the route, check in and drop off your pack. Have lunch. Eat anything and everything that you want. Have a nap. At about seven, go out to explore the town and have some tapas and beers. Sleep. We did this for three whole weeks. It was the best vacation I’ve ever had.
You know how everything tastes amazing when you’re really hungry? That must be why I’m still dreaming about some of the tapas I ate during that trip. I wish I could say that I never ate tapas I didn’t like. One day on the camino, we stopped for elevensies in a bar in a small village. It was the kind of place where old men play checkers and little kids run around. It was clean and cool and hadn’t been redecorated since the seventies. The waiter had a big mustache. We each ordered a ca?a, a small glass of beer. When the drinks arrived, the waiter put them on the table along with some toothpicks, some of those funny paper napkins they have only in Spain that are a lot more papery than napkin-y and a little stainless steel dish of something covered in red sauce. It was a hot day, we had been walking, we were thirsty and hungry. I sipped my beer. It was cold and light. I took a toothpick and stabbed at one of the pieces of whatever was in the red sauce. So did Erik. We put the bites into our mouths and started to eat. It was softish at first. Crunch. What was that? We both looked at each other as we chewed. Erik had a funny look on his face. “I know what this is,” I offered. “I don’t want to know,” he stated. It was pig ear. Fried and smothered in a spicy red sauce. I didn’t spit it out. Neither did he. I’m more careful now, though, when I stab at the tapas covered in red sauce.
I’ve decided to make some empanaditas to take to the party. These are the bite sized version of empanada, literally “breaded” in Spanish. They are very simple and quite versatile. I’m using a modified version of my pie crust recipe that I’ll roll out and cut into rounds. For the filling, I’m going to caramelize onions and shitake mushrooms with just enough butter to give it wonderful flavor, but not so much that it will ooze down someone’s wrist when they bite into it. The filling isn’t very Spanish, but I’m sure nobody will mind. You can fill them with other things like cheese, roasted red peppers or a spicy ground lamb mixture come to my mind.
Empanaditas
The crust
- 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 t salt
- 12 T butter, chilled, cut into 1/2 inch pieces
- 10 T lard, chilled, cut into 1/2 inch pieces
- 1/4 cup ice water (or more if needed)
Place flour and salt in a food processor and pulse briefly. Add butter and lard and pulse again until mixture forms pea-size bits. Add water a little at a time and pulse until the whole thing comes together in a mass. Wrap dough with plastic and refrigerate for at least one hour and up to 3 days before rolling out.
For filling
- 1 large onion
- 3 garlic cloves, minced
- 8 oz. fresh shitake mushrooms
- 3 T butter
- 1/2 t salt, or more to taste
- Freshly ground black pepper
Melt butter in skillet over medium heat. Add onions, salt and pepper and cook until just beginning to brown. Add garlic and mushrooms. Turn heat to low, place lid on skillet and cook, stirring occasionally until mushrooms has given off all their liquid and everything caramelizes.
Assembly and baking
- 2 egg yolks
- 1/8 cup cream
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Generously flour the area where you will be rolling out the dough. Take dough from the refrigerator and place in the middle of your floured work surface. Roll dough out to about 1/8 inch, turning it over from time to time to prevent sticking. Turn dough over one more time and add more flour to the surface and the top of the dough. Cut out rounds of dough using a circular cookie cutter, or a glass, fancy equipment is not necessary here. Remove surrounding dough, roll it up into a tight ball and refrigerate it. Place about a teaspoon of filling in the middle and join the seams of the dough together, pinching with your fingers to seal and place it on a baking sheet. Repeat until you’ve used up all the dough. If you still have filling, you can get the leftover bit from the refrigerator and roll it out and proceed as above. Whisk together egg yolks and cream and brush it generously on all of the empanaditas using a pastry brush. Bake for 35-45 minutes. When they are golden brown, remove them from the oven and place on a baking rack until they are cool.
Makes approximately 36.
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