I was born and raised in Spain. As you’d assume, this almost inherently implies love for food, or so they say.
If you could scan our Spanish brains and see our childhood memories, I believe that no less than half of those would be around kitchens and family celebrations that were taking place around food
…I can almost taste the delicious goodies at our weeks-long Christmas gatherings where we sat around the table for 4 hours or more, with no less than 20 people that spanned across 4 different generations, surrounded by all types of dishes: seafood or fish soup (sopa de marisco o sopa de pescado), king prawns boiled (langostinos cocidos), embutidos, Turkey with stuffing (pavo con relleno), sea bream (besugo), lubina, all types of homemade desserts, etc…
…Or those Sunday lunches at my grandma's house (la Abuela Piki and her legendary cooking skills), where she’d always ask you beforehand about what you wanted to eat. It was almost a rule: after 2 huge servings of the first and the main course, she’d always joke that if you were still hungry, you could open a been stew (fabada) before having the dessert (rice with mil (arroz con leche)...
…Our large summer tables, where again two or three families plus my grandparents were eating together outside. For two weeks, every day, we had lunch and dinner in Arenas de San Pedro, near the mountains in Gredos (Avila). My grandma was taking turns with my mum and my aunties to cook different meals, all of them amazing in flavor, amounts, and looks. Oh, and those Sunday paellas that took my uncles an entire Sunday to prepare.
At the end of the day, lots of love in Spain is shared through food. It’s all about spending time together around large tables with lots of people (usually far too noisy for any foreigner around) and where laughter is so often combined with arguments that would always end up in a fantastic siesta.
And that’s why I love cooking. I love to cook for my children, for the people I love, for my friends, for my team, and our startups. Because I believe that a good meal opens hearts, minds, and feelings. Because it is a way to make all of them enjoy, explore, and share life. Because it is a way to make everyone feel special and taken care of.
And lately, I’m tinkering with coming up with ways to make this process as sustainable and zero-waste as it can get, just as our grandmas did. I hope that the tips, recipes, and advice shared in this impro blog will transform your journey from needing food to live to loving the food you’re living with.