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So, the last question I posed, in the last blog I posted so many moons ago, was who will I got to Roses with for my (hopefully) phenomenal trip to El Bulli (yet to come). I toyed with the idea of taking a man (how perfectly romantic...in theory). But the man I was dating joined the annals of history in January, and necessity forced me to have an even better idea. I'm taking my mom.

My mother taught me everything I know about food, and primed my palate (and irrational passion for cuisine) throughout my childhood. She remains (and not for sentimental reasons, like other so-called "excellent cook" mothers), the maker of some of the most sublime, surprising, and soul-feeding meals I have eaten. (If you're in Massachusetts, she might take you in--Mom is that nice).

My dumb-luck reservation at El Bulli is on April 25. Guess who's turning 60 on May 1? That's right. So, I'm renting an apartment near the Boqueria market in Barcelona for nine days, and my mother and I will have a Thelma and Louise style adventure. Or maybe not. But we will delight in what will hopefully be an enriching, life-affirming, and absolutely delicious several days in Spain.