I am and have always been an eager reader. I think I learned to read before I could walk, and I have been swallowing book after book since I can remember.

I enjoy reading pretty much anything with pages. But if I had to choose a literary genre I would choose children's literature without a doubt.

Over the years, I´ve put together a huge collection of children´s books. And I must admit that most of times I pretend I´m buying them for the boys (although then I write "Paloma" in the "this book belongs to...." page).

Courgette & Potato Omelette

Autumn is my favorite time of the year. The crisp air and beautiful colors pull me out of doors at every opportunity. 

I love how all the leaves from the trees and plants change into multi-colored works of art and fall away. It creates bare, and vulnerable branches, revealing the true scenery underneath.

It also represents a beautiful cycle of loss, regeneration and regrowth once the spring season comes around.

I like harvesting apples and pears. And berries everywhere.

Broccoli & Cheese Roulade

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.

Caramelised Onion, Potato and Broccoli Rosti

During our childhood we barely dream because we have no reason for it, as almost everything is possible. Nevertheless, in adulthood, we need to fantasise quite a lot as nothing really exciting seems to happen, apart from making sure our socks match.  During our childhood and adolescence we run faster than our own feet. Fearless youngsters, wild, reckless. Insatiable of experience,  eager of knowing everything, conquers of the world. 

Innocent and naïve, the world taught us, maybe more than we wanted or needed or hoped or thought possible. And then, sometimes, we become so immune to everything that we put ourselves in extreme situations just to have something to dream about. One day we have children. We will love them, and look with excitement knowing they will discover the world, how everything is new for them, amazing, possible and so real and simple that is almost impossible not to start feeling scared. Because we have been there. Maybe a long long time ago. And things arise that were forgotten, that were safety kept under a pile of memories and worries.

Pate, Potato and Mushrooms Stuffed Aubergines

My other half and I have been wondering about buying a house for quite a long time now. We would like to have our very own space, our refuge. We would like to have that special place to build up family memories, to see our children grow, to grow older together. We dream of each room in it: which colour the walls will be, which kind of handles the kitchen units will have, whether or not blue is a good colour for the boys’ bedroom. Decisions, decisions.

We have been visiting some properties. Masses of properties actually. Some nice, some not really, and some that should have made the estate agents feel embarrassed of showing. Over the last couple of years we haven’t found that house that has made us think "that´s the one". Until a couple of weeks ago, when we visited one that ticked all the boxes, including maybe the most tricky one: the budget.

So we started the ball rolling and have come across the most painful, tedious, bureaucratic and long-winded process ever.

Mashed Potato Bombs #12week

This year I have not written any New Year´s resolution. Amongst many other reasons, because I would probably have failed to keep any of the resolutions within one week. As I’ve done for the last… erm… many years.

As you can read here, I love lists. . So after being absolutely amazed by a project from the inspirational Moorea Seal called 52 Week Project, I decided to start the 12 Week Project,

I thought it was a brilliant idea, and because I love lists, I honestly believed it was going to be an easy one.

How wrong I was. "List the words that touch your soul" was the first list challenge I have faced.