Oxtail

This plate of oxtail pastry is history. It is done with, finished. It is now mentioned in hushed tones around the dinner table at home. It was just an ordinary little eat with our Sangria and sherry in a little bar in Madrid. But it left a big impression. This was our first evening in Spain, and the discovery of tapas marked our entry into the world of Spanish food.

Lens Artists #41

By I. J. Khanewala

I travel on work. When that gets too tiring then I relax by travelling for holidays. The holidays are pretty hectic, so I need to unwind by getting back home. But that means work.

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