'Faves ofegades': better prices

I don't have social media built into my phone's home screen. I delude myself that if I have to log in from the browser every time, I'll log in less each day. I'm still on Facebook: it's an easy way for people I don't know to send me messages and for me to connect, for whatever reason, with people I don't often see. It also lets me see what friends and acquaintances who don't use other networks are doing. So I log in to the browser, start typing "efe" , "a... " I'm clumsy, and instead of clicking "c" I swipe right and type "uve" . The AI ​​quickly calculates the probabilities and suggests a recipe page for... faves ofegades . I immediately realize the mistake, backtrack, write down the C , and, trying not to make the same mistake again, I write the entire word Facebook . I never visit the suggested page, the algorithm doesn't count it, and, for now, I haven't seen any ads for fava beans.

But things will change from now on, because last weekend I was in Valencia at the Book Fair. With my friend Vicent Garcia Devís, a veteran of Canal 9 and À punt, who now writes some magnificent interviews for the newspaper La Veu del País Valencià (one of the latest about Biel Mesquida's Castellón origins), we wandered around the city. After the presentation at the Fair, we went to dinner with the writer Lourdes Toledo at Bodega Paquito, next to the Torres de Serrans. They served us dried broad beans, rehydrated and cooked with chives and a bit of bacon. Lourdes remembers that, when she was a girl, many bars in the old town served broad beans and snails: typical Valencian tapas. One of the things I like about País Valencià, and the Catalan Countries in general, is this simplicity of a poor, savvy country. When I'm in Onda, in the Plana Baixa district, and I have breakfast with my friend Toni the Boss, I like to have a plate of dessert with peanuts (they call them cacao) or lupins along with my sandwich. The historian Pierre Vilar used to say that when he came to research his book Catalunya dins l'Espanya moderna (Catalonia in Modern Spain ), he realized he had arrived in Catalonia because he could eat mushrooms and squid (which is a fish that costs a fortune today, but which in the past wasn't highly appreciated). While we were a country that touched the ground floor of modesty, everything was fine. Another thing I admire about my Valencian friends are their weak pronouns . We lost another tapa of broad beans, and I said to the waiter, pointing at Vicent: porta-li-la (instead of porta-l'hi , as we would say in Catalonia). The algorithms, being very clever, think: “Aha! It seemed like you weren't interested in the faves ofegades , but clearly you are! And don't try to disguise yourself with weak pronouns now.”

It seemed like you weren't interested in the 'faves ofegades' but it's clear you are!

Algorithms give me an uncontrollable urge to spread false information and create confusion. "You're so innocent!" exclaims the AI, which is fed up with my nonsense.