Calçots

We spent the morning in the woods.  Nico cut down a dead oak while I walked Bernie.  We loaded the trailer and collected kindling for the braise.

Ju bought the calçots from Mariano in the shop below his flat in Barceloneta and these were the leftovers from the weekend.  

These are a winter luxury. The embers have to be hot.  The next thing is the odour; sweet leaks/onions.  Then the sound; they gurgle and spit.   This means they're ready.