My husband never gets anywhere on time. I utterly, deeply love him. But he cannot be on time almost for anything. 

On his defense I should say is normally not his fault either. "I lost track of the time" is the usual explanation. "Why didn't you text me?" "Because I was actually on my way but I had to change my shirt 3 times and stop to do my laces twice, when I remembered something I forgot, I then found a friend and chatted for a while, and when I was just almost there, I saw a lovely butterfly and, as I thought I still had some minutes left, I sat on a bench to admire it's beautiful wings, when suddenly I remembered how amazing was that wine we drunk yesterday and I decided to stop for a minute to write the name down, and then just walked straight here."

Superhealthy Courgette Pizza Crust

Last week I run my first muddy run with my dearest friend Paula in support to Cancer Research UK. It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever done, and one of the trickiest at the same time. While the experience was awesome enough to have me coming back for more, I found it emotionally a bit upsetting.

When I was 20, I hardly knew anyone with cancer. My grandma had died of it, but that was years ago when I was much younger and I didn’t know much about it. Fast forward 10 years and it’s an entirely different matter.

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.

Pear & Brandy Tarte Tatin

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

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

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

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.