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.

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