A table full of tapas. The tang of chilled Spanish rosado on your sun-freckled lips. The soulful sound of conversation in Spanish – like the melodious quality of a guitar, ringing in your ears. The hot sun on your skin, as searingly vibrant as the scarlet-painted walls of the outdoor taverna you sit in. These are the things I crave when eating a plate of these delicious prawns; the taste of holidays in Spain.
Serve alongside other tapas dishes or simply with a a very large hunk of crusty bread and my smoked aïoli. This is one of those dishes that reminds of how lovely it is to get stuck into food with your hands. Best shared in good company.