We went to Tarannà during one of this lazy Saturday afternoons, when you wander around the city for half of a day, trying to walk each narrow little street you see. I needed coffee, Mr. T needed a beer (it’s still hot in Barcelona). I was a bit hungry, Mr T. wanted a small snack.
Moving is exciting, isn’t it? New places, new people, new possibilities. But then the day comes when you wish to bake something delicious, your oven does not contain a baking tray and you start to miss home. You organize it somehow and life is beautiful again.
Breakfasts are fast lately,…