Last weekend we went to a barbecue at a friend’s house. We had so much fun, and you know, as the time goes by, conversations tend to turn unexpected and amazingly interesting and funny.

So after a couple of wine glasses and feeling slightly overfed, we started talking about where are we from and where do we think we belong to.

One of my friends is English, with Ukrainian ancestors, and she said she was convinced she should have been born Mongolian.

The other one, blond and blue eyes prototypical British lady, assured she should have been born in Japan.

Both discussed how out of context they feel in the UK, and how happy and fully integrated within the society they felt when they visited Japan and Mongolia. They talked about their experiences and anecdotes, and the reasons why they were utterly convinced to have been born and raised in the wrong place.

Madeleines or Earl Grey Biscuits

Hello.

Today I would like to talk with you. You, who are in the street, at home, on the bus, in the park, having a coffee, in a break, in the loo, waiting for someone, snuggling in your bed before falling asleep. With you, who are in the UK, in Spain, in America, in Australia, in Japan, in France. With you, who every Friday wait for our recipe, who receive our emails, who have just found us by accident, who only look at the pictures. To all of you who are there, looking through this peep-hole that is the Internet, enjoying with my recipes, laughing at my crazy stories, being a silent part of my life.

Today, I would like to talk too with those of you that find this blog quite boring, who think that the recipes are so-so, that the pictures are just ish.