The Market That Overwhelmed Me (and the Stew That Brought Me Back)
We went to the Saturday market in Vic because JC said it would be good for Albert. He said it like homework. Fresh air, colours, … Read more
The Market That Overwhelmed Me (and the Stew That Brought Me Back)
We went to the Saturday market in Vic because JC said it would be good for Albert. He said it like homework. Fresh air, colours, … Read more
Market Day, Simple Suquet
We went to the market early. List on the back of Albert’s phonics sheet. Fish stalls busy, good prices. The fishmonger offered a mixed pack … Read more
Picada Night (and the Small Stone That Changed the Kitchen)
I promised myself I wouldn’t make big claims about tiny wins. Then last night happened, and here I am, writing a love letter to a … Read more
When Albert Made Dinner—And It Didn’t Explode
It started because I left the room. That’s always when things shift. Not during the actual mess, but in the lull before it—when you think, … Read more
Why I Can’t Get the Hang of Spanish Food (And Why I’m Secretly Grateful for That)
Right, let’s talk about Spanish food. Or, more accurately, let’s talk about how I’ve completely failed at Spanish food and why that’s probably the best … Read more
The Art of Parenting in Spain: Why I’m Doing It All Wrong (And Why That’s Okay)
Okay, so. Parenting in Spain? A shitshow. That’s it. That’s the whole post. I thought I had it all figured out. Like, “Yeah, I’ll move … Read more
The Catalan Family Sunday Roast: A Tradition Reinvented
Alright, so I tried doing the whole pollastre a l’ast thing. Thought it’d be a proper Sunday roast, but… yeah. It was a bit of … Read more
The Art of Making Aioli: A Catalan Staple
Okay, let’s talk about aioli. So, I had this grand idea today, right? I’m going to make aioli—because why not? It’s garlic, egg yolks, oil. … Read more
Catalan Soul Food: Escudella on a Rainy Day
I didn’t set out to make escudella.I set out to cry into a baguette while pretending the rain meant something. But the fridge was half-full … Read more
Autism, Routines, and the Myth of the Peaceful Morning
I once read some woman’s blog post about her 6 a.m. “ritual.” She said the words “matcha,” “sun salutations,” and “intentional parenting.” I nearly choked … Read more