Desert Heat, Mountain Storms: Wild Food in Andalusia

Expedition chef Kieran Creevy journeys through the desert to Cerro Jabalcón in Southern Spain and cooks Andalusian stew, flatbreads and grits.

25th May 2021 | Words by Kieran Creevy | Photography by Lisa Paarvio

Motes of ochre and gold cover our shoes. Grains of sand, millennia old, shaped by wind and water feel as insubstantial as flour, or dust. Yet, all around us we see towers and walls, hundreds of feet tall, sculpted into wondrous forms from these same grains. A thousand kilometres north, the Pyrenees are locked deep into winter mode, where ski tourers and mountaineers are playing on frozen faces and in deep powder. Here, in Andalusia, we’re bathed in bright light, dry desert heat and the chirping of crickets. –

The smells of a desert environment are totally different, judging by our dog Whip’s intense sniffing and tail thumping. He’s static, nose in the air, nostrils flaring as he takes in the scent of wild animals, dust and a million other molecules that we can’t even begin to imagine. While his exploration is scent driven, we’re standing, gobsmacked by the beauty laid out before our eyes. Canyons and arroyos, riotous in colour, snake and twist in all directions.

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We’re tempted to go off-trail and explore one of the myriad wadis, but this landscape is incredibly fragile, so it’s important to stick to the marked trails. It’s no hardship sticking to the trail though, as every corner reveals a new vista. Dead end canyons and caves set high on sandy faces bring to mind images of the Anasazi cave dwellings, perched high on cliff faces.

By midday, the heat is starting to affect Whip, so we head down an offshoot track in search of a water source marked by a signpost. Though each of us started off with 2 litres of water, plus extra for Whip, the desert environment has dried us out more than expected. Unfortunately, when we get to the spring we’re out of luck. It has dried into a tiny puddle of mud, inhabited by frogs. Backtracking uphill, we scan our Komoot maps, looking for accessible water. With the nearest source over 20 km away, Carlos offers to hike back to our car, refill our water jugs and rendezvous with us further down the trail.

Though the track is accessible by foot, mountain or gravel bike, motorbike and 4WD cars, it’s surprisingly empty. We have the trail to ourselves. The geology of the terrain is constantly shifting, suddenly a reflection of light catches the attention of our companions Amaia and Lisa. They’re off, eyes intently scanning the ground. Scattered all around are tiny shards of ossilized minerals. Their countless forms, shapes and colours, and prehistoric origins humble us. We’re but brief specks on the ribbon of this planet’s history. Yet, though we’re here for a fleeting moment, the beauty that the natural world can show and teach us brings joy and a sense of humility.

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Having the opportunity to travel and work in landscapes such as this is a treasure without price. We owe it to ourselves, each other, and to generations yet to come to respect and care for our environment, and in particular the wild places. Keeping faith with that mandate, we leave the fossils where we found them, taking only photos and memories.

As the sun starts its downward trajectory, we start to plan for a sunset dinner, and hopefully clear skies filled with a billion points of light. Cresting a ridge, we keep our eyes peeled for flat open spaces on which to cook on our small camping stove.

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Joy of joys – around the corner, as if summoned by telepathy, is our friend standing by an open car boot, with brimming jugs of water that glisten with cold. Humans and dog alike, we suck down water, bellies full again. Then, revealing more treasures, Carlos shows his generosity and his Spanish heritage; fresh breads, cured meats, local cheese and olives, all from a nearby market. His wide grin shows he knows he’s scored major brownie points with everyone, Whip included. Replete once more, we inflate our sleeping pads for lounging, looking forward to a relaxed dinner.

The next morning we’re on the move later than expected, the early morning chill making movement slow. An hour later, we enter the ominous sounding Badlands, bringing to mind Spaghetti Westerns from the 1970s. Looking down into the deep gorges of The Badlands, it’s easy to imagine individuals hiding out for months on end. The steep terrain, switchback curves and almost endless arroyo offshoots would make finding someone in this landscape an incredibly difficult task in centuries past.

Nearing the end of this trail, our thoughts turn, first to hot showers, then to our next destination. For hours of our trek in the Gorafe desert, the imposing bulk of Cerro Jabalcon was on the horizon. A solitary monolith, standing prod of the surrounding desert, its grandeur calls to us.

Cerro Jabalcon

A day later, clean, restocked with food, and packs loaded, we’re on the move. This time, we’re splitting the group. The forecast looks a little uncertain, so I’m dropping the team at the start point, stashing the car on the other side of the mountain, close to another, more accessible trailhead, and meeting them on the summit.

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After the heat and blinding light of the desert, the thick, green-hued forests feel like a balm. Hiking solo in dappled light, the scent of pine, rosemary and wild thyme rising with the morning warmth, I get lost in thought. Momentarily back out in open trail, I’m startled by a scream of invective in Spanish.

Scanning around me, there’s no-one. But a cacophony of cheering pulls my eyes upwards. Far above, nestled under a massive overhang are a handful of figures, suspended on ropes. The roof and curve of the overhang magnifies their shouts of encouragement. I pause to take in the scope and breadth of climbing on these banded walls and fins of limestone. The south and west faces of Cerro Jabalcon are studded with hundreds of sport and trad routes, the south faces offering an ideal playground for winter hot rock. But, mindful of my friends heading towards the summit, I need to get moving.

Finding the steep switchback trail towards the summit plateau, I push hard upwards, as various weather apps and the darkening skies warn of an impending storm. Then, without warning, some loose rock underfoot gives way, wrenching my knee sideways. The pain is immediate, waves radiating outwards. I pause, hoping it’s just a small strain. I try to move upwards, but the first shift of loose gravel causes the pain to flare once more. I’m out of action. Messaging my friends above, I let them know what’s happened. In response, I get words of sympathy and a beautiful summit shot, with pads and sleeping bags laid out for the perfect mountain bivi. I’m torn, wanting to join them, especially as I have the team’s dinner in my pack, but knowing that this may damage my knee further.

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Descending slowly, I feel the approaching storm, as the wind rises. Back at the car, I get another message from the team above. Darkness is falling and the storm has intensified. The far horizon is dark with thunderclouds and lit by sheets of lightning. They’re heading down. Fast.

Knowing they haven’t eaten in hours, and that we could be in the middle of a heavy storm by the time they reach me, I head into the local town to grab food for the team. It’s fully dark by the time they reach the rendezvous, head torches lighting the sky before I can even see them. Packs, people and dog loaded, we need to quickly find shelter for the night. We had spotted a complex of whitewashed cave houses for rent the previous day, so trusting in faith and karma, we give them a call. They’re incredibly accommodating, offering to rent us one of the cave houses at the last minute.

Thirty minutes later, we’re flat out on couches, wood fired pizzas and beers in hand. I’m not sure if we’ll even make it the 20 metres to our respective beds. We drop into sleep as though poleaxed. Morning comes, the skies swept clean. Outside, the whitewashed walls reflect the light and intensifying heat, helping to dry our damp sleeping bags. I get nudged by an elbow. The team wants yesterday’s planned mountain dinner served for breakfast. Time to get the stove fired up.

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About the Expert

Kieran Creevy is an expedition and private chef and International Mountain Leader. With more than 20 years’ experience in the field, he’s done it all – from cooking a six-course tasting dinner with matched wines in a basecamp tent, to preparing homemade pumpkin and sage gnocchi with wild boar râgu in a snowhole camp in the Italian Alps.

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Goat’s cheese and smoked paprika grits with pan fried leek, jamón and roast hazelnut

Ingredients (serves 4)

  • 500ml water
  • 200-300g fine polenta (depending on how thick you want the dish)
  • 2 tsp salt
  • 2 tsp fresh pepper, ground
  • 2 tsp smoked paprika
  • 1 large leek, chopped
  • 1 jalapeño, finely chopped
  • 225g grated cheese (a mix of cheeses works well)
  • 1 tbsp ghee
  • 4 slices Spanish jamón
  • 2 tbsp chopped toasted hazelnuts
  • Zest of ½ an orange
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  1. Bring water to the boil in a pot and reduce heat to a simmer.
  2. Gently pour in the polenta, stirring well to remove lumps.
  3. Add the spices, jalapeño and cook until it reaches the consistency of thin porridge – it will thicken up at the next step.
  4. Add ghee, cheese and mix well.
  5. In a separate pan, gently fry the leek, orange zest and jamón. Mix together.
  6. Spoon the polenta onto plates, top with the leek, orange and jamón mix, then top with crushed hazelnuts.
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Andalusian dried red pepper, tomato and onion stew with fresh flatbread

Ingredients (serves 4)

  • 350g tin chopped tomatoes, or 4 ripe tomatoes, chopped
  • 2 tsp dried smoked red pepper paste, available in many Spanish supermarkets
  • 1 red pepper, finely diced
  • 1 white onion, finely diced
  • 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 1 tsp cumin powder
  • 1 tsp chili powder
  • Sea salt
  • Fresh flatbread to serve


  1. In a skillet, heat the olive oil.
  2. Add the onion, red pepper paste, spices and a little sea salt and cook until the onion is soft.
  3. Add the diced peppers and cook until soft.
  4. Add the chopped or ripe tomatoes and cook until the mixture starts to thicken.
  5. Taste and season if necessary.
  6. Serve with some fresh flatbread.
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