On Sunday morning, Erin, Lindsay and I decided to give Cocido a try. The Madrileno’s had raved about this “stew with chick peas,” and although they say no one makes it like their madre, we managed to find a great one right next door to our apartment. As per usual we sat in a quiet corner of the tiny upstairs of the restaurant surrounded by Spanish families and couples. Then a sweet old lady with too much lipstick brought us a bottle of wine and the meal began. First, we were brought a huge pot of basically chicken soup with “fideos” (little noodles). And bread, of course. Next came the platter of cabbage, chick peas, potatoes, and carrots. A little random, but good anyway. And then came the meat. Eekkkk. I’m fairly sure there was a tongue on our plate, along with 2 hairy animal hoofs (cow?pig??), straight bacon fat, morcilla (blood sausage;-/), chorizo, chicken, and some sort of beef. We played it safe at first with the chicken, chorizo, & beef, and then finally got the guts to try some feet. It actually tasted like beef jerky. Sortof.
