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Broccoli & Cheese Roulade

Friday, 22 July 2016

That’s it. I’m absolutely fed up of bad news. The last couple of weeks I’ve been battling with this completely overwhelming nonsense feeling and I’ve had enough. ENOUGH.

The entire world seems to have gone mad and you know what? That is a train I’m going to lose.

For this reason, this week I’ve made a resolution. A summer one. Maybe because I’m terrible with the New Year’s ones. But this time, I’m completely determined: I’m going to enjoy life. So simple and so difficult to accomplish at the same time that I’ve set up a feasible target. I’m not going to worry about anything but what next I’m doing to have fun for a week. A whole week of fun and joy.


Pear & Brandy Tarte Tatin

Friday, 15 July 2016

On Monday evening I went to bed, as every evening, sheltered by the security of feeling at home. I have been quite busy at work, so I fell asleep thinking in all the stuff I would need to deal with in the morning. Before going to bed, I carefully prepared my bag, the boys bags, lunch boxes, documents, laptop, mobile and everything we needed the following morning.

When I woke up on Wednesday morning, I was no longer the owner of any of those things.


I also was no longer in possession of my driving licence, my passport, my cards, all of my digital photos and songs, my home keys and that amazing My Neibour Totoro pencil case that I loved. 

New Potatoes with Pancetta and Quail Eggs

Friday, 8 July 2016

Growing your own food is like printing your own money.

I refuse to be part of this manufactured reality that was manufactured for me by some other people. So I’m now manufacturing my own reality.

We have started attending a farm school. Because we do want to change things. Because we want our children to understand how important food is for our body and our soul.


You can’t imagine how amazing soil is. How a humble tomato plant can have a positive impact in people. How the most miserable day can be changed by a growing cauliflower. How your heart can heal just by connecting ourselves with the earth.

Mint Butter Biscuits

Friday, 1 July 2016

A week has gone since the referendum results were revealed. Over the last week, I've been reading lots, discussing with friends and family the different options. I must admit on Friday morning I was sad and confused. I was scared of speaking in Spanish in public spaces. I didn't want to talk to anybody. I was concerned about my children going to school. I got insulted in the street. I was told to stop sticking my nose in other country's business. I was asked to shut up. I was told I had no right to share my thoughts.

When 4 years ago we decided to move to the UK we did it full of hope, dreams. Thinking we were moving to an open, resilient country full of  opportunities for those who were willing to work hard towards them.

I can assure you that no one has the word "immigrant" in their "things to accomplish in life" list.


Full English Breakfast Quiche

Friday, 24 June 2016

Oh dear, I am going to write something about the EU Referendum.

Well, to be honest I'm actually not. By the way, I didn't vote yesterday. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was not allowed to. So don't ask me what did I vote.


What would I have voted if I would have been given the opportunity? That's another matter.

Pineapple Baked Puddings

Friday, 17 June 2016

Last Sunday was my birthday. 

That means I´m 35 years old now. Thirty-five! It does look like it was yesterday when I laughed about these really really really old 35 year old´s.... and now look at me, blowing a number 3 and 5 shaped candles!

I am in that age when people cannot really guess your age. When I´m asked, how old are you? I respond with the evil question, how old do you think I am?


Lemon Drizzle Cake

Friday, 10 June 2016

Yes, we have succumbed. I must admit that it is my husband's pretty much entire fault. But hey, we are a team and we both agreed. To be truthful, it was me who arranged the whole thing this time.

I have always been quite critical with Disney: all this consumerism, manufactured fun, and the fact that I'm not Mr. Walter Disney's greatest fan. And when my parents took when I was around 13 years old I must admit the park itself didn't impress me much.


But I presume that when you are a parent, you do Disney for your children. In fact, when you are a parent, you do all sorts of things for your children. Like taking them to horrid birthday parties, or eating their left overs, or coming back home from that epic barbecue because they are tired, or forgetting what a relaxed weekend away means.