It's the little things.

There aren't many foods I've missed from the States; me encanta la comida de Espana. However, there are some comforts (or maybe just one) which the cuisine here just can't seem to match.
As I mentioned before, they say the quickest way to a Spaniard's heart is through American cookies--allegedly ours are sweeter and less dry. So, I did only logical thing: I scoured Sevilla for vanilla extract and chocolate chips (two ingredients not common in pasteles Espanoles) and made some cookie dough.
I lost count of how many my host sister ate, and had enough to give our rockstar staff at ISA a mini-"Feliz de San Valentin" bag of goodies.
Cheers to Nestle and the power of semi-sweet chocolate morsels.

Stay tuned for the next post. If all goes to plan, my new dog "Teo" will be making a video appearance. It's time y'all met.

xoxo.