Now it is over:
the sardine season has undeniably come to the end. From June to November these
beautiful little fish are a regular visitor to our tables. Grilled (as shown on
the image) or fried (as I’m going to eat them in about half an hour) they’re
always delightful.
To eat them by late November also adds
a nostalgic feeling to it. It’s cold outside now (well, 10 degrees Celsius is
fairly cold already), but sardines always bring with them nice images of good
summer sardinhadas. There’s no way of
translating this: a sardinhada is the
act of getting the family or some friends together, to grill some sardines and
finally eating them, preferably with some tooth-painting red wine from Minho. Really,
no other fish, expensive and refined as it may be, can beat the simple pleasure
afforded by these wonderful little creatures.
May the
Atlantic Ocean keep on pouring these silvery wonders onto our coast!…
