The Night Albert Asked Why Bread Needs Tomatoes
Just bread, tomatoes, olive oil, maybe a few anchovies if Albert didn’t protest. One of those dinners that technically counts as cooking even though it … Read more
The Night Albert Asked Why Bread Needs Tomatoes
Just bread, tomatoes, olive oil, maybe a few anchovies if Albert didn’t protest. One of those dinners that technically counts as cooking even though it … Read more
Sant Esteve Canelons: The Leftovers That Save Christmas (and My Kitchen Table)
The morning after Christmas in our house smells like coffee and yesterday. The fridge is full of containers that look faintly official. Labels in JC’s … Read more
Escudella de Nadal: The Catalan Christmas Pot That Feeds Everyone (and Then Some)
Christmas cooking in Catalonia does not whisper. It arrives with a stockpot the size of a small child, the smell of simmering meat drifting through … 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