Hi, Deal Bear here.
I was given a typical Canarian Christmas Eve meal on, surprisingly, Christmas Eve. I and the dumb human idiot that takes me everywhere, were invited to Tias up in the Lanzarote mountain above Puert del Carmen. To the home of Paco and Ellie. Born and bred in the Canarias both of them. The hospitality was as fantastic as the home cooked meal. Even though the language barrier was fully down, the friendliness and genuine Canarian welcome couldn’t be hidden.
I, of course, was guest of honour, naturally. But they even made a fuss of the human such was their kindness.
In the Spanish Canaries (I’m not sure about mainland Spain) Christmas Eve is a family celebration rather like we Bears have on Christmas Day in the UK. Most restaurants and businesses are closed early as families get together. Christmas day itself is celebrated less so. However the big festive day is what is called The Three Kings. This is on the 6th of January. There are processions and floats and the Three Kings themselves are to be seen riding camels throughout the main towns throwing sweet gifts to the crowds. This is the day that presents are mainly given and received.
Well on this particular Christmas Eve, I and Dollopchops were invited by Paco Junior, to celebrate the evening at his parents. And what a meal was prepared.
So called “simple” cooking comprised of soup prepared and simmered for 24 hours, followed by aprawn starter which led to a steak main course. Even though the human does not eat sugsr these days he devoured a huge portion of Flan, a Canarian desert similar to a creme caramel. He didn’t realise I spotted the fat bugger dipping in for a second helping ! No sugar my bear arse!
This was a meal too good for him, but he had it right when he said that you couldn’t buy a meal that good in any Lanzarote restaurant.
And to think Deal Bear was guest of honour !!
Me surrounded by my Canarian friends (the human had to stick his snout in.)