My long-distance bread-baking guru
I have made breads since I was a teenager – the majority hard as hockey pucks, and tasting as if I used tree-pulp and shredded bark to make the dough. I pity my son for all those uneatable loaves and …
Jamón, jamón!
There are butchers and then there are butchers and when it comes to Spain, these are a veritable institution in their own right.
Sadly, when it comes to my own place of birth, butchers are dying breeds. Not because Norwegians …
Ronda, ciudad soñada
The other morning, on his way to his wood carving class, Jaime took this picture, looking out on the fields as one enters the old town. Every day the view is different. It doesn’t matter if it is rainy, …
Our life in boxes
Next week we have been in Spain for 3 months – a quarter of a year. Somehow it feels much longer, as though our life in Vancouver happened decades back. Maybe it is because we moved to a part of …
The Ladies of Ronda Dumpster-Diving Society
Another Camino
Yuletide interlude
What is Christmas? The birth of a man called Jesus? Santa Claus on his sleigh riding across the sky? Piles of presents and overstuffed turkey? To me, Christmas is traditions and family and this year for the first time in …