Spanish Easter eats
We’ve been in Madrid for a couple of weeks now for a prolonged Easter visit. Besides the obvious (spending time with J’s family and feeling the sun’s dependable rays on my skin), the thing I relish most about coming here is the food. This trip has been different in that I’m 19 weeks pregnant, which necessitates a more restrained relationship with food, what with all the NHS-recommended restrictions. Normally when I’m here I eat everything with joyful abandon, so it’s been hard having to second guess what’s on my plate and saying a temporary goodbye to certain food (for example, the slices of soft pale cheese that looked as if they would melt in your mouth that J’s grandparents put out as part of a pre-lunch spread). Despite this, I have still managed to indulge on several occasions. We were only a few hours into our stay when I gleefully gobbled up my first torrija of the season, and I went on to eat at least three more throughout th...