Oh, paella. I love you so.
From the moment we clicked “Confirm” on our plane tickets till we first set foot in Barcelona, I thought of nothing. but. paella. Paella when I woke up every day. Paella while I conditioned my hair in the shower. Paella at work. Paella at home. Paella in the morning, paella in the evening, paella at suppertime…
And then we arrived. And ate paella. And it was GLORIOUS. And I immediately began plotting how to make it for my very own self.
Man, jet lag is a beast. So. Freaking. Tired.
By the way, I’m back from Spain. And I have tons of delicious tidbits to share.
Oh, we went to the Sagrada Familia…
…and Parc Guell…
…and loads of other incredibly important artsy cultural touristy stuff.
But come on. That’s not why you’re here.
Short lazy post today, for a very important reason: I’m leaving the country tomorrow!
Me and the manfriend are jetting off for a week in Barcelona. Barthelona. City of modernist architecture, abstract art, pickpockets, and some of the best food in the world. I can. not. wait.
Until then, I leave you with a simple little summer recipe, to whet your appetite for things to come. See y’all on the other side!
Well, not unbearable. In fact, pretty damn appealing.
Fact is, there are days when I feel compelled to do fancy things with food. And then there are days when it’s ungodly hot outside, and I’m staring down the Workweek from Hell, and standing over the stove with an elaborate plan and a spatula sounds like torture.
Guess which kind of day I’ve been having lately?
Happy Fourth of July! Looks like summer has finally arrived, and with a vengeance. It is HOT, you guys.
I love summer, but getting through these days usually involves a little suffering. Yesterday I went outside for a half-hour trip to the farmer’s market, and spent the rest of the morning with sweat pooled in my hair and dripping slowly down my temples. I went over to Kate’s place for a visit, and her two dogs were huffing and puffing and panting like I’ve never seen them do before. It was mighty tempting to flop down on the floor and pant right along with them.
So what’s a girl to do, when the sky is unfathomable blue but the sun is scorching?
Make granita, obviously.