Thursday 15th March 2012
If you asked my son, Zephy, what nationality he is, as quick as a flash his reply would be, Catalan. Not English. Not Spanish. But Catalan.
Catalans are fiercely proud & protective of their culture, heritage & history. And rightfully so. They have fought long & hard to get where they are today. But Catalonia is a region of the 17 in Spain. So it’s a bit like saying; ‘I’m Californian, not American.’
Zephyrus is not alone in his possessiveness for where he was born. In fact, some of my teenage students would go as far as to say that Catalonia is a country within a country. From my point of view, for an only child who lives with a British mother & father, if it makes him feel like he belongs, I’m all for it.
Butifarra & white butter beans, slowly simmered in lashings of olive oil, garlic & parsley, is a catalan classic. It’s practically a national dish. I often, when the topic arises, ask my students what their favourite food is & more often than not, I get more than a spattering of kids saying this very dish.
Ask Zephyrus the same question & without a blink he’d say;
Ok, so he’s Catalan-Japanese!