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
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
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
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
The Downside of a Love of Cooking? The Bills!
At some point in the last two years, my kitchen stopped being a kitchen and turned into a small-scale food production facility. Not intentionally. There … Read more
What I Love Most About Our Catalan Masia? The Olive Trees
It’s funny—the thing I love most about our very old (very expensive) house isn’t even the house itself. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the … Read more
The Day We Tried to Eat Like Spaniards (and Failed Miserably)
We thought we could do it. We really did. The Spanish eat late, and we live in Spain, so why not just embrace it? Shift … Read more
Our First Spanish Dinner Party: Lessons in Food, Friendship, and Fiascos
I don’t know why we thought it was a good idea. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the absurd confidence that comes from … Read more