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
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
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
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
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
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
Finally learning to cook Paella Valenciana felt like a rite of passage. It was one of those dishes that had always seemed almost mythical to … Read more
