And now: a note on Anthony Bourdain.

Llueve en el canal La corriente enseña el camino Hacia el mar Todos duermen ya   Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien Jugar al azar Nunca saber dónde puedes terminar O empazar –Vetusta Morla, “Copenhague” The Sunday morning we were in San Sebastian dawned grey and cloudy, but not rainy, and while I missed the brilliant…

La cuina de Catalunya: a dinner at Dos Pebrots.

Our first day in Barcelona was pretty great; the flight over was relatively painless and we were able to get our bags fairly quickly after clearing customs. (I’d also like to mention that they actually stamp your passport with your visa here, which is not as common as it once was.) We were out and…

Imatges/ Irudiak de Espanya/ Espainiako, a beginning of sorts.

Prior to last week, it had been four years since I’ve been in Spain, or really traveled abroad anywhere; I’m not sure what happened, except that in 2016 we just never got around to putting something together and life simply got int the way the other times. Since this October marks our tenth anniversary, we…

Garlic chicken/pollo al ajillo.

Over the years I’ve acquired many, many Spanish cookbooks but one of my eternal favorites was one I bought way back in the day on a whim at Crate and Barrel: Spanish Country Cooking. (Yes, I paid retail for it.) I’ve written about it here before in singing its praises for inspiring one of my…

04.26.14: dessert (yogurt foam with blackberries)

A few weeks ago after seeing the Spain episode of Mind of a Chef one too many times, I finally broke down and bought myself a whipped cream siphon (specifically, this one). You may be wondering why I wanted to do this, given the fact that: My husband is lactose-intolerant and therefore we usually have…