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
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
The Tap That Broke Me
It started with a drip. Just a little one. Plink. JC said it was nothing. “It’s just condensation,” he mumbled, toothbrush dangling from his mouth … Read more
Why I Locked Myself in the Bathroom During JC’s Parents’ Visit
I don’t usually drink wine in the bathroom.But there I was. On the floor, next to Albert’s bath toys, cradling a very full glass of … Read more
The Day I Burnt the Panellets and Blamed the Cat
There are days you wake up and just know you’re not emotionally equipped to face marzipan. Albert had already bitten JC’s toothbrush in half before … Read more