One of my New Year's resolutions is not to be singing the dinner-time blues anymore.
You know, that 30 minutes of time when the big boy is so hungry he is climbing the walls and the little boy is so hungry that he is pulling me physically to the refrigerator to get him something to eat because he can't see up on the countertop that I am making his dinner.
When I get the dinner-time blues, usually I am hungry because I haven't had anything to eat since lunch, and Papa is cranky because he's had a long day.
I so imagine coming home after work to a warm house, where dinner is ready for the table in about 10 minutes, and some fun music is playing on the stereo and we all talk and laugh about things that happened during the day.
I know why get the dinner-time blues, so why can't I work around them? I'm going to try organizing some weekly menus. All suggestions welcome. Stick with me!
A zaguán is the entryway into a house. In typical Andalusian houses, the zaguán is a smallish, dark passage inside the doorway that leads in turn to the larger, light-filled interior patio. In Seville, in the heat of summer, zaguán doors are left open so that passersby can take refuge from the sun and heat for a moment before continuing on their way.
We live in the Sunset district of San Francisco, where the fog wins out over the sun most days, and the search for refuge from the heat is a distant memory. Even so, we would like to share our home with you and our stories of growing up in Seville and growing up in San Francisco.