October's issue of Gourmet Traveller had caught my eye. It's RED cover was a huge drawing card (my favourite colour) and it read Taste of Spain...
Sumptuous seafood feast
Melbourne's (amazing) MoVida
Modern tapas & sexy saffron
Churros, paella... all the classics
You get the picture, I mean I see my name in lights and I am off... no I am joking, it's that MoVida just happens to be named after me..... NO NO NO, I am just joking again, though the poor waiter in the restaurant did believe me briefly and I spotted him checking my credit card and wondering. MoVida is a wonderful spanish restaurant in Melbourne. My favourite in fact with Lola coming up a close second, but Santiago has the best hot chocolate.
Vida in Spanish means "Life", not that my parents had any idea of that when they named me. It is a shortened version of my paternal grandmother's name and she had passed away just prior to my birth. My father gave me the name. His mother had died very young and she was very loved and sorely missed. Obviously I never met her but I am told I look very like her. I did see photos but it's hard to see yourself in someone you never met.
I went on to marry a man who speaks Spanish and all I can say is, life is funny!! Sometimes I believe our paths are set....
Anyway this was just a little something I wanted to share with you all.... I think Paul and Chef Jules will appreciate this story...