I used to want to marry Giles
Coren, but a few incidents recently (nothing to do with editorial hissy fits –
I liked them) are making me wonder if he’s not just a bit of a knob. Don’t
worry; I would never normally be as unprofessional as to slag people off, but he’s
much ruder about most people all the time and his mushrooming ego wouldn’t
allow him to take offence anyway.
The main thing that stopped me
wanting to marry Giles quite so much was his disdain for Croatian food. IT IS
WONDERFUL. He must not have eaten in the right places. That said, I didn’t eat
in a single place that wasn’t incredibly good and I wasn’t even trying very
hard so I don’t know how he would have managed that.
It’s a fusion of Mediterranean
and Eastern European cuisine that revolves around a bountiful and diverse array
of fantastic local ingredients – abundant seafood, salt marsh lamb from Pag Island, suckling
pig, wild boar, truffles, hot peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms, garlic, potatoes,
olive oil, wine and so on. Influences from the west are pizza, risotto and seriously
dreamy ice-creams, and from the east comes peka; super-slow-cooked potatoes in
olive oil, garlic and herbs, with octopus or meat. And shredded cabbage.
Seriously, Giles, I want to go
back just to explore more of the food (although the scenery is dramatically
beautiful and varied too). Try
spit-roast suckling pig at a casual roadside eatery! Or barbecued wild sea bass
with homemade chips and luscious salad by the sea. Spit-roast lamb at Tamaris in Zadar (on
an industrial estate/retail park by a main road, but don’t be put off) is outstanding and comes with THE most
delicious peka potatoes. I am not even a potato person but I can’t imagine
eating anything more enjoyable than these soft, salty, oily, addictively
ambrosial spuds.
Spit-roast lamb and peka potatoes at Tamaris
Spit-roasting suckling pig, by the roasdside
Delicious plate of suckling pig, tasty potatoes and warm pickled cabbage,
after a starter of exceptionally good octopus salad.
The people were delightful too!
Impeccable English everywhere, an eagerness to help Croatian exploration, and not
a tiny whisp of the old tourist-foreigner resentment you sometimes sense when
abroad was detected from anyone during the 10-day break.
We were given homemade cherry jam
by our hosts; offered homemade grappa by other hosts. And the cherry jam hosts
came to find us late at night when our sat nav failed to nav, drove us to their
favourite restaurant the next night (at 11pm) and carried on being just as kind
and friendly when they discovered we were renting their apartment in order to
attend a big rave in their neighbourhood (Dimensions Festival).
A recent Croatian National Tourist Board's press
release claimed that Croatia is ‘The ultimate foodie destination’. Interesting
angle, because even apart from Coren’s erroneous views their cuisine has barely
been covered by any foreign press and often – utterly inexplicably – it is
criticised. But unlike lots of tourist board manifestos, the Croatians are
making an entirely accurate claim (well, maybe ‘an’ ultimate foodie
destination, anyway) and I bet pretty soon it will be ‘discovered’ as the
biggest new thing in foodie travel.
Driving back to Trieste Airport through Croatia and Slovenia -
breathtaking scenery (and wild wolves).
breathtaking scenery (and wild wolves).
We stayed in one of lovely Marina and Ivan's apartments near Pula and the great top floor apartment with large sea view balcony belonging to Anita and Neven in Zadar.