comfort food

Even though it is still summer, even though we don't need any more calories...we can't help it! Recently we took the plunge and had our first "date" since Baby was born five months ago. To mark the occasion, we treated ourselves to a posh tapas meal in Fino, which turned out to be a-ma-zing. The arroz negro was to die for, as were the croquetas  with girolles. It was a fine evening, and even if it was really hard to tear ourselves away from Baby at first, having a good chat with Mr Lavender like in the good old days had a rejuvenating effect on us. We made a full evening of it and went on to see a show - with a twist. The Drowned Man is totally immersive, Lynch-like, dreamy and a bit freaky at times. Not for everyone, but we liked it. Well, I liked it but did not understand it - the husband loved it, it ticked all the boxes for him.
So now here we are, close to being back to the old routine. Work is only days away from starting again, and with it the irrepressible sense that it might be a mistake to go back. Hence, more comfort food.
Yesterday my husband made a truly lovely paella (reviewed here) from the Moro cookbook. Now that's comfort.
Earlier in the week I made more spanakopita, but this time instead of one big one, I made two individual ones. They were even nicer that way, I think. And no, I am not going to mention those muffins!