I don’t know what’s inspired me to write about a slow weekend in Barri La Ribera, Barcelona. Maybe it’s because it’s finally warm out, which puts me in the mood for the plates I ate there. Or maybe I’m in need of a rest and to restore to the sense of calm and contentment. Yesterday I had a little meal that recalled one I’d had in my flat that included the famous jamón ibérico de bellota. If we can’t travel, we can cook (or, in this case, not cook).