The Internet is a mine of misinformation. A few weeks ago I Googled the date of the Migas Festival in Torrox. The answer came up as being “The Migas Festival is always held on the last Sunday before Christmas.” So this year that’s the 23rd of December. Brilliant – my daughters arrive in Malaga on the 19th, so for once, they can experience the Festival rather than listen to me telling them about it. They were delighted!. But then last Thursday I saw the warning notices for road closures on the 16th. Enquires revealed that the Festival was indeed to be held on the 16th. Well done Google!
So today is the day. It’s impossible to get anywhere near Torrox by car, so my previous visits have usually been by bike. But health-wise I didn’t quite feel up to tackling the long climb up to the pueblo on the bike. So instead, I drove up to the motorway junction, parked on a piece of waste ground and for a Euro hopped on the bus for a mile and a half. It worked really well.
If you are not familiar with Migas, it’s an Andalusian dish which at one time was made in bulk to feed the labourers working in the vineyards, orange and olive groves on the estates. Tradition has it that at mid-day one of the kitchen boys blew into a conch shell which summoned all the workers to the estate buildings for a meal and siesta. A statue in the Plaza at Torrox commemorates such a young man.
The Migas was made in a huge pan over an open fire. The first ingredient was a large pouring of olive oil. When it was hot, stale bread was crumbed and added to the oil. Now they use flour. Almost anything can be added to it - milk, salt, peppers, onions, garlic, tomatoes, chopped chicken, sea-foods – all cooked then served with fresh salad.
The day starts early with groups of volunteers arranging their fires and hearths around the perimeter of the car park, on which to set their huge pans.
Across on the other side of the park various stalls are set up where charcuteros and patissiers display their produce.
As the morning wears on, the crowds get larger, all collecting their cups of wine which are dispensed from several large barrels situated around the park.
A few weeks earlier the local wine growers hold a competition for the year’s wine production. From the winners, the suppliers for the Festival is chosen. By midday all is ready and the crowds join one of many queues to collect their dish of Migas.
Meanwhile over at the Pueblo in the main square, a stage had been set up where groups of singers and dancers perform for the watching crowd.
But I couldn’t afford to stay long because there was another pressing engagement. So it was back to the bus, back to the site, a quick shower, then up the hill to the next level.
There I found the UK contingent of caravanners already in party mode. Several tables had been set up with almost every Brit on site in attendance plus a few Swedish and Dutch friends. A big thank you to those responsible for the catering.
As I sat there in the sun, I wondered how they were faring at home. I opened my phone to BBC weather for my local town. Heavy rain and 3 degrees. What's not to like by being here?
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