potatoes

Oven baked tilapia over potatoes and onions, Mama ía

Oven Baked Tilapia Over Potatoes, a Quick One Pot Dinner

Oven baked tilapia over potatoes and onions, Mama íaIf I were in Spain, this dish would be made with hake. But you know the chances of me finding hake in the Midwest are zero, zip. And yet, as always, I can’t go without enjoying the dish. Filetes de merluza al horno con patatas becomes oven baked tilapia over potatoes. It is a very tasty dish, and yet, easy and relatively quick to make, which makes it (more…)

Spanish omelet, tortilla española, Mama ía

Spanish Omelet, Tortilla Española, Spain’s most popular tapa

Spanish omelet, tortilla española, Mama íaSpanish omelet, tortilla española or tortilla de patatas, is the most popular of all Spanish tapas. I dare you to find a restaurant, a bar, or a cafeteria in Spain that doesn’t serve it. I dare you to find one household in Spain that doesn’t make it. As popular as patatas bravas are when it comes to tapas, nothing overshadows Spanish omelet. And yet, like with (more…)

Summer potato salad, Mama Ía

Summer Potato Salad, and a day in Peñíscola

Summer potato salad, Mama ÍaI don’t know if it’s just me, but I associate potatoes more with fall and winter than with summer. When I think of potatoes, I imagine some deliciously roasted chunks, drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with rosemary, baked to perfection, with a soft, moist inside and a somewhat crusty outside. And yet, potatoes appear in salads all through the summer, from (more…)

Patatas bravas, Mama ía

Patatas Bravas, on Every Tapas Menu

Patatas Bravas, Mama íaThis post is for my older sons. In honor of them, yes, of course. But more than that, to quiet their disappointment. You see, I have been posting on Mama Ía blog for months, the food of Spain, but also the dishes I’ve been cooking in America for years, the Spanish way. Yet for my sons, cooking Spanish is cooking the traditional (more…)

Purple Potato Chips

Purple Potato Chips, and Memories from School Days

I have very good memories of my school. Which is interesting, because it contrasts with my sister Paula’s memories of the same school (I won’t elaborate, except to say that artists don’t fit easily in pre-made molds, and Paula was, and is, no exception!). Pureza de María was the name of the school, an all-girls school (more…)