Almost seven years ago I journeyed from Santillana del Mar to Santa Maria de Lebaña via San Vicente de la Barquera. So many saints, so much devotion, that it was little surprise to learn that beyond the monastery of Santo Toribio de Liébana and through the Picos de Europe lies the hallowed ground of Covadonga.
It was at the battle of Covadonga in 718 that Christian Spain under Pelayo, King of Asturias, began the reclamation of Iberia from the Muslim Moors. Nestled deep within the Asturian mountains, Covadonga is as important to the Spanish national myth as Hastings is to the British or Lexington to Americans. However, history defies such over-simplification – the linear narrative of one thing followed by another – and it is too easy to say that simply because certain events turned out the way they did there were no other possibilities. Indeed, a sentence stating that the defeat of a Moorish army by a Spanish king at Covadonga began the reconquest of Spain – which culminated in Ferdinand and Isabella vanquishing Boabdil, Emir of Granada, in 1492 – encompasses more than 700 years and glosses over seven whole centuries of war, shifting borders, switching alliances, inter-marriage, suffering and grief.
It is with this in mind that I wonder if it’s an exaggeration to suggest that had the battle at Covadonga ended differently the whole course of western history, and therefore of the world, would have been affected. Spanish historian Claudio Sanchez-Albornoz does not believe so. “Si los musulmanos no hubiesen conquistado el España en el siglo VIII, los españoles no habrian conquistado America en el XVI.”* For him it follows that what began there in the 8th Century resulted in a militarized and battle-hardened Spain conquering much of the New World.
For me, and my own personal sense of history those seven years ago, a dinner of beans, pork belly, chorizo and morcilla suggested just as plausible a theorem: that had not the Asturian armies under Pelayo feasted on fabada in preparation for the fight the next day, there may have been another outcome. And while personal experience suggests that after a hearty meal of this kind one is utterly disinclined to remaining awake, let alone to feeling lively enough to bum rush a horde of scimitar-brandishing Berbers, I still feel that this notion has validity. After all, how could one’s sense of local patriotism and desire to defend one’s homeland fail to be stirred by such a dish? That the culinary use of saffron arrived in the far north of Spain via these same Moorish invaders and the integral ingredient smoked pimentón wasn’t to be discovered for another eight centuries following the conquest of Mexico doesn’t disprove this hypothesis, rather it merely serves to highlight, once again, the non-linear path of history.
- 1/2lb dried large white beans
- 1 head garlic, outer paper removed but still whole
- 1 large onion, peeled but whole
- 1 Spanish chorizo
- 1 morcilla
- 1/2 lb pork belly or slab bacon
- 1 teaspoon smoked Spanish paprika
- 1 pinch Spanish saffron
- 1 quart low sodium chicken stock
- Soak beans overnight or for at least 12 hours in abundant cold water.
- Put drained rehydrated beans in a large pot with the chicken stock, pork belly, chorizo and morcilla.
- Bring to a boil and skim any white scum that rises to the surface.
- Add garlic, onion, pimenton and saffron and reduce heat to a simmer.
- Simmer gently for two hours adding more water if beans begin to dry out.
- After two hours, remove meats and reserve, and remove onion and garlic and discard.
- Kill heat, replace lid and allow to stew for one hour.
- Bring stew back to a boil and reduce liquid (if necessary) so that stew thickens but isn’t gloopy.
- Slice meats into serving portions and allow to reheat in hot stew before serving.
- Serve with Spanish hard cider or any roughish table wine.
(If the Muslims had not conquered Spain in the 8th century, the Americas wouldn’t have been conquered by the Spaniards in the 16th.”)
15 thoughts on “Fabada Asturiana: the dish that changed history”
You know fabada is one of my favourite foods… excellent, buttery fabes are a real treat… I can believe this dish is capable of changing history 😉
Wonderful combination and I love the food theory. I do believe that an army moves on its stomach… and this would give much to movement. I have never tried the Spanish morcilla although have had it in other cuisines.. must check it out… love the photo, btw~~
The grand irony here, is that the beans used are no longer native favas, but as you point out, white beans – aka Phaseolus genus, New World Beans. Also 1492 was the fall of Granada, end of reconquista, and a few months later the beginning of Conquista. Hardly a breath in between. Let along expelling my ancestors while they were at it. BUT MY, it IS as delicious as beans get! Thanks!
@Ken – thanks for spotting the date typo (now corrected) and the interesting bean fact. The expulsion of the Sephardim is especially interesting and some historians suppose that the economic impact of this on Spanish commerce further encouraged the crown to pillage the New World.
so that’s where pork and beans came from… my but your version looks fantastic, refined and beautiful to look at!
Oh, Beanie Weinies. I love all of your incarnations. My home-grown scarlet runners (Phaseolus coccineus) shall be meeting a similar fate.
Sorry it took me so long to pull my chair up to the table, but I’m glad I’m here. I’ve never see a fabada presented so elegantly. As they say, muy bien hecho!
I feel like I have a Master’s degree in soup.
Recently I had a local version of this made with duck stock, confit, and cracklins in addition to morcilla and chorizo. It didn’t suck.
Last week, in Alcoy we went into one of my favorite restaurants – Neuva Saltera and had what I believe to be a version of this amazing soup.
Still salivating over the wonderousness of it all.
How is it that I have to live halfway around the world from this lovely little Spanish town and not have this meal at my fingertips on whim?!!!
@Dina: you’re totally right. It’s one of those dishes that once you’ve tasted it, you wonder how you managed to live so long without it beforehand!
Having made an almost identical trip through Asturia and Cantabria a year ago, and having indulged in the delicious Fabada Asturiana, I believe that the Moors were probably driven back from Covadonga by noxious gases emanating from the Spanish soldiers as they drifted off to snooze.