Gloomy, rainy Barcelona Father’s Day.
I called my dad 3,000 miles away.
I needed chicken soup.
I got it.
Thai broth, better than mine. And that’s saying a lot, because I love my homemade chicken soup.
We had Pad Thai with crayfish.
It was just as good as Sea in Brooklyn.
And that’s saying a lot.
We were cozy and happy and I had a glass of wine. The day was gray but my spirits lightened with every sip and every bite.
Did I say bite?
I drank my soup!
Nacho serves and cooks with Fai and we ate their coulant de chocolate and had good strong coffee for dessert.
We walked home laughing and the sun came out!