To many reading this post, the pictures might be a bit shocking. I’m sorry you had to wake up to a fish staring at you! This, for me, is nothing new, or should I say, would be nothing new if I were in Spain. Growing up on the Mediterranean, that’s the way I was used to seeing fish on a regular basis, whether straight out of the sea or (more…)
Only two more days until Thanksgiving, and planning is underway. You can feel it in the air, and see it on the streets, in the markets and supermarkets, busier than usual. For me, the planning depends on whether I’m hosting or I’m the guest, alternating roles that happen every second year. You see, for as long as I can remember —maybe almost as long as (more…)
I have very good memories of my school. Which is interesting, because it contrasts with my sister Paula’s memories of the same school (I won’t elaborate, except to say that artists don’t fit easily in pre-made molds, and Paula was, and is, no exception!). Pureza de María was the name of the school, an all-girls school (more…)
When I set out to write this blog, my idea was to post the Spanish recipes I grew up with. Most of them are the traditional dishes cooked in the Valencian Community, or in Andalusia, the regions where my parents come from, and the dishes most made at my house. However, as I also mentioned (more…)
