Cocina en casa

These are the dishes that I prepare for my family, the ones we eat at home, the ones I thought of for confinement and I continue to cook afterwards. It's not that I mistrust professional jobs -on the contrary, I feel admiration-, but they subtract from the truth in the service of an unreal beauty, and they frustrate the cook, which we all have inside, who never manages to reproduce that lofty expression. Styling, retouching, additions, mix-ups, dishes that are not edible, contrary to what happens here: after the photo, the knife attack. I eat it. We eat it. Because that action is part of everyday life. I cook, I photograph, I eat. Only in this way is this book possible, with that curious craftsmanship through the smartphone notary. Mine are simple recipes to execute, but witty, showy and that give an appetizing result. Who tried it knows.