04/24/12 - Plaza del Conde de Miranda, 3
A Step-by-Step Guide to Buying "Dulces del convento"
In college, I was startled to see a flock of nuns in full habit out for a jog on New York’s Riverside Drive, their white veils flapping in the breeze. I grew up far from nuns, in a southern California beach town that seemed to exist outside time. While it’s true that I fled the land of lotus-eaters in order to attend an all-female school in New York, I was lured by Barnard’s location, rigor, and scholarship aid. I can't imagine renouncing the secular world or the company of men, whom I find delightful much of the time. Still, I can admire the good works of nuns around the world, as they tend to the poor, the powerless, and the sickest among us. The Vatican’s recent crackdown on American nuns for their devotion to issues of social justice shows how completely out of touch it has become.
I wrote earlier about the art collection in Madrid's Monastery of Barefoot Noblewomen, a cloistered order in which only two dozen nuns remain. Another cloister has resided in the Monastery of Corpus Christi (also known as Las Carboneras) since the year 1605.
|Church entry, Plaza Conde de Miranda, 3 (doorway to sweets is at R, not shown)|
1. Once I arrived at the set of carved wooden doors to the right of the church entrance, I rang the top bell, marked monjas (nuns). When a voice answered, I stated my business, “Dulces, por favor,” and a nun buzzed me in.
|Ring the bell on the right side|
2. I proceeded through a dim corridor that led to a small, open courtyard.
|Go straight through doorway|
The price list for sweets is posted. A friendly, self-appointed Roma lady might be present to guide you through the process. Her Spanish was as rudimentary as mine, but I didn’t mind her assistance--nor could I avoid it!
|Today's selection of sweets|
4. A disembodied voice behind the wall addressed us and the nun placed the selection of sweets upon a revolving counter (the torno), then turned it until the items appeared on our side of the wall. I told her I’d like one of each, and placed the money on the counter. The nun turned the counter yet again, and she tallied the total aloud in a wavering voice. “She’s really old,” the Roma lady informed me, as the voice started to tabulate a second time. I pictured a four-foot nun of about one hundred and ten. My change arrived, another group entered, and I left with my sweets: a box of starry pastas de almendra, and a bag of galletas, lightly scented with lemon.
|Arrival of the dulces|
|Tea time. Crisp sugar biscuits (L) and chewy almond sweets|
|S1 and S2: the testers|
After all that, how did they taste, you ask? -- ¡Riquísimo!