I have to say I didn't actually cook very often - for one thing the kitchens were often full of people already cooking and for another I love, love, love! the black lentil stew with chorizo and always hoped it would be on a pilgrim menu somewhere ... or oven baked chicken in beer, yum ... things I couldn't have made myself. But what I loved and still miss for lunch, as I was permanently baffled about the opening times of the cafés and eateries along the way and always seemed to arrive when it was shut, was those little cartons of gazpacho! One of those in my cup, some bread and maybe a tin of tuna or sardines, or a bag of olives, made for a gorgeous and healthy meal in the middle of the day. It sure beat those big, dry bocadillos! In fact, next time I will have a slightly bigger pack to be able to carry more/lager bits of food - I often didn't because I had no room for more than tiny tins and cartons.