Sopa de Lentejas

On a wet winter’s day, walking down the lane out the front of MoVida, with the graffiti and the wet cobbles, I feel like I could be in any big city in the world. But when I walk in the door and am embraced by the warmth of our dining room and kitchen and can smell the sopa de lentejas, I am back in Spain.

It’s the smell of the family kitchen, the anticipation of the spicy morsel of sausage lazing on top of a thick, rich, earthy soup. This, to me, is the very essence of Spanis