Every night on this volcanic island that is Lanzarote, we have nibbled away at a plate of pimientos de padrón.
B's request from the daily supermarket shop has been 'More pimientos please', always fearing that we may forget and therefore have to go an evening without them.
While papa gets to work on the gin and tonics, we heat up the olive oil until it's searing hot, toss in the peppers and jump back out of the way while the oil spits and hisses. As the peppers blacken, soften and crackle, gradualy softening and losing their structure, we liberally cover them with our favourite Maldon Sea Salt (yes, even in Lanzarote), before tipping them onto the most rustic looking plate we can find.
We then watch the sun disappears behind the nearest crater, with a gin and tonic in one hand and a pimiento in the other.