Happy birthday Tiny Marmalade! You are 3 years old!

I must admit I'm glad to see that is not only me who's getting older. I wonder if blog ages are like dog ages? In that case, if 1 blog year equals 7 human ones, this blog is in fact older than me!! Wow, I think I feel better now.

Yes, I may be struggling to accept I am 35 years old now. Thirty-five! 

Anyway, I can't believe my blog is already 3 years old. By that time, I was young and inexperienced, and had definitely not a clue about  what I was doing. 

However, 3 years later I'm still the same hiperactive, passionate, sensitive and crazy person that loves cooking impossible recipes. Is there anything better in the world that seeing your loved ones enjoying something you've prepared?

Food is edible love.

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.

Vegetarian Wild Mushrooms Risotto

Some people come into our lives and barely leave a trace, others leave a string of footprints etched upon our hearts, letting us know they are with us every step we take.

As with the best things in life, Marcia arrived to my world just by chance. A wonderful chance with a marmalade taste that gave our families the opportunity to finally meet last weekend.

There are not enough words (not even in Spanish!) to describe how grateful I feel for having you in our lives. It was the first time we all were together but felt like we knew each other for ages. So relaxed, so natural, so special and fantastic. It felt like a Christmas Day!

Apple & Frankfurters Muffins

We've been back from holidays for over a week now. Our luggage is still sitting in the living room. Next to a mountain of washing, a few empty sun cream bottles and some beach toys.

I wonder whether we want to keep the holiday dream alive or we are just lazy.

Wild Blackberries and Fig Jam

That´s it. The end of my summer holidays has finally arrived, too soon as it always happens.

Today, as everyday, the windows were flung wide open in our bedroom, and the sun was already hot by the time we got out of bed.

As it was our last day before flying back to rainy England, we´ve decided to go on a little excursion across the river.