Paella

Spent a lovely day with my dad yesterday. It was a beautiful day, warm and windy but Dad says he still can't "smell" spring. I'm interested to find out what he means by this. Anyway, we worked in the yard cutting trees and the grape vines. Then we hauled all the branches to the dump. Fact: my father can't do much of anything in the yard without making himself bleed. Head wounds, scratches, heart attacks... the yard has it out for him. And yet, he still goes out every day he can. 

I had to check him over before we made a trip to SLC and the Aquarius fish market. It's next to Caputo's. We saw Vanessa, which was fun, and we picked up some clams and mussels. Smelly in there.

Then the dash begins. Dad and I created a beautiful thing. We made a Spanish paella which, simply, is a rice dish with a ton of meat. Dad was cutting veggies as I scrubbed the shellfish. We browned chicken, pork, and chorizo. The smell in the kitchen and throughout the house was simply yummy. Mom came home midway through and says she smelled it in the driveway. Yeah! We added saffron, rice, laughter and happiness. It's so fun to cook with someone I think. 

When we finally sat down to the color of yum, it was so satisfying. A hard day's work followed by a great meal. You don't get much better than that.