Caly Morgan’s gallery

Baena's olive oil days are coming up and the first press of the season has already landed in my kitchen — fresh bread, green oil, and the afternoon disappearing on me. Come dip with me, babe?

El Viso's tapas route starts in a couple of days, so tonight I'm doing the research nobody asked for — third bar in and the albóndigas are winning. Come claim the stool next to me, babe?

Sherry Week's kicked off down in Jerez and even I'm giving the Rioja a night off — an oloroso and some dark chocolate instead. Come keep me company on the sofa, babe?

Córdoba's putting a piano recital on inside one of the old cemeteries for All Saints, and I decided that absolutely calls for the black dress. Flowers for the graves, keys in my hand. Come hold the door for me, babe?

Got back from the local produce fair with more cheese than any one woman should own, made myself a proper board, and the Rioja did the rest. The tasting has officially gotten away from me — come over and finish it with me, lover. 😈

Cocentaina's Fira de Tots Sants has been running since the Middle Ages and I've already lost count of the stalls I've dragged myself past. This roasted sweet potato's still warm — want the last bite, babe? 😋

Día de Muertos calls for proper face paint and mine's only half done. Tell me — does the skull pull you closer or send you running, babe?

Alcalá's staging Don Juan Tenorio this weekend and I dug out my old copy to refresh myself first. He's got nothing on what I'd do with the right audience. Come watch me finish the chapter, babe? 😈

Huelva's wine and seafood fair just wrapped its last night and it did its worst — a day of Atlantic fish and far too many pairings. The dress already lost the fight with the zip. Who gets the shower first, me or you, babe? 😈

Halloween's creeping up and my floor has vanished under costume options — the hat's already claimed me though. Tell me which one earns you a knock on Halloween, lover? 😈