The relaxation of the last few days continued today, all be it with a couple of hours at work thrown in for good measure. There isn't much better than a sunny afternoon, spent in a beer garden, catching up with a mate who you haven't seen for ages. While I was catching the rays and sinking a few suds Z went shopping for the ingredients for tonight's meal.
We had decided on Paella, mainly because we discovered that we had quite a lot of chorizo in the house*. Back home, a little worse for wear, I tended to the paella while Z kept an eye on Eurovision. I have a love hate relationship with Eurovision. It takes itself far too seriously and the voting is always rigged but for a couple of hours a year it's a bit of a giggle, with this year's high/low-light being the Russian grannies.
The chorizo was cooked off to get some of the flavour into the pan before onion, garlic and a red pepper were added. Once everything had begun to soften I added the rice and stock to the pan and left the paella to bubble away. Right at the end of cooking I added a handful of frozen peas and the prawns that Z had bought earlier. Washed down with a bottle of Cava, it was like we were back in Barcelona. We must go back soon.
*never a bad thing.