Today (last weekend of January) is the Gran Festa de la Calçotada in Valls, a town a couple of hours’ drive south-west of Barcelona. Essentially this is a festival of eating a very particular, locally grown onion.
We reckon, amateur linguists that we are, that the word ‘calçot’ comes from the same stem as the Spanish word, ‘calcetín’ – sock or stocking.
Wherever it derives its name, this poor onion is made to suffer. Planted in the autumn, they are dug up only a few months later to be kept in a dingy store room for a whole year before they are allowed to see the soil for a second time (why on earth do they do this?!). As they begin to grow, the farmers ensure that their perfect white skin is not affected by the sun, piling on soil to prevent them turning green. By the end of the whole process they look like a giant spring onion – with a beautiful complexion of course! That’s when the cooking begins…
My advice on the cooking of the calçot however is don’t try this at home!
This is what happened when we tried it.
Not having a burning brazier to hand (an essential feature of the proper method), we opted for the grill which results in the cooked calçot losing some essential smoky flavour – although some remains thanks to the use of smoked salt and smoked paprika in the sauce.
We chopped off the bulk of the green leaves and grilled until charred.
And then we served, one each, on hot plates with a bowl of the sauce and a generous supply of kitchen towel.
I can vouch for the fact that my beloved is, in the normal course of events, pretty adept at taking off stockings. However, this thin, sticky, papery type proved too much for him. He abandoned his onion and offered it, pathetically, to our daughter – not so much ‘peel me a grape’ as ‘please peel my calçot’. We’d made a mistake in leaving out the wrap-in-newspaper stage, which helps to disengage the outer leaves.
The calçots were good…. but not so good, we felt, as to justify all the palaver. What was, however, a revelation was the romesco sauce.
Now that really was gobsmackingly excellent, much too good to be reserved solely for eating with calçots, and worthy of a post all of its own.
If you can’t find calçots you could try substituting with baby leeks.
The authentic method of cooking them is outside – on a rack over a coal fire, or at the very least a barbecue. The onions are grilled whole and slowly over grape vines until the outer layers are charred. Then they’re wrapped in newspaper to make them sweat – this process makes them more succulent and tender and helps to loosen the outside leaves.
Then each diner peels down the outer layer, takes the remaining virginal white length of onion, dips it into a fiery sauce, and then sucks and licks down vegetable and sauce together. The Catalan revellers eat their calçots together with a kind of local black pudding known as botifarra.
You can read more about the Festa de la Calçotada if you follow this link. It looks good fun.
Calçots have an EU Protected Geographical Indication.
Desperately looking for a way to display your calçots? I thought so. Look no further – follow this link.
You can get calçots in the UK at Booths in Borough Market, and also Brindisa. They are in season from November to March.