We’ve been lucky enough to stay overnight with a grandmother we’re cooking with on a few occasions. Clara Maria kindly offered to host us for a weekend at her beautiful home on the outskirts of Madrid. Upon arrival, we sat out in the garden to wait for Clara Maria with an aperitif of beers and olives.
Soon enough she emerged from the house, a lady of such grace and class that we barely noticed the cane she needed to support her weight as she moved towards us in greeting. She sat herself down ever so slowly and cracked open a beer. From this moment, we knew we’d all get along.