Your Guide to Home-cooked Catalan Cuisine
If you’re here, you probably love Catalan food, family dinners and a little bit of chaos. Welcome—we have plenty of all three here! I’m Annie, a 40-something freelance travel writer from England, now living in Catalonia, Spain.
I spend my days juggling deadlines, learning about the mysteries of Catalonian cuisine from my Catalan in-laws, most importantly, caring for my son, Albert, who has severe autism.
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