"Welcome to Clos de Ca Gras. I invite you to a calçotada and I'll make the sauce for you," she tells us. It's Pilar Dolç, a surname—what sonorous surnames, Catalans!—that seems to have predestined her in the kitchen. She's the daughter of farmers and now, at seventy-eight, she's still going strong.

This week's featured woman is so wise that she has instilled in her three children a love for cooking and a passion for it. One of them, Josep Sucarrats, is a food journalist. He has written books on food and edited a magazine. Kitchen And he writes for various publications. His mother says that he and his two brothers have been raised in the kitchen since they were little. "At home, we drank water from the well. At nightfall, since we have a shop here at the farmhouse, we go and choose a cabbage, or whatever is in season, so it's fresh and good, it adds up. Everything comes from Grandma. Eating good fruit, eating rabbit, good wine is what matters most, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me. eh?"

Today we call "coliving"And before we used to say 'share a flat,' and before that, even earlier, 'be a lodging housekeeper,' if the lady of the house was there, often a widow with children, who cooked and kept the clothes ready for those who rented rooms from her. Our wise woman of today, like many who have lived in big cities, came colivingShe came from Huelva when she was eight years old. Her family came, as you can see, in fits and starts. "My father lost his job back in Andalusia. And a brother-in-law he had here called him and he found work right away. They had a house... Well, a house. A room with kitchen privileges. And in that room, first and foremost, were my father, my mother, my brother Manolo, Manel, who were very young, and me." Then, when her parents had settled in, which was very quickly, "because my father was very resourceful, they brought them here; my grandparents and the three children."

Teresa lives in the Gràcia neighborhood. She's the first Barcelona native we've featured on Cocina Sabia, but she's a Barcelonan by choice. She was born in Rasquera and came to Barcelona as a young woman because the village felt too small for her.

Joana Cusiné Olivella, from Vilafranca del Penedès, prepares a casserole for us featuring one of the most beloved and unique local products of her region: the Penedès Muscovy duck. In this case, it's called "ánega," and we'll soon understand why. The Muscovy duck belongs to a breed that has been raised for over five centuries in the farming areas surrounding Vilafranca. Today, you'll find it in cooperatives and shops (often by special order), as it's growing in popularity—like the Penedès breed of rooster—and is highly prized by chefs. The Muscovy duck has leaner meat than the traditional duck. If you watch the video (don't miss it, as our wise cook treats us to a dance with her husband!), you'll see that the meat is darker than that of other ducks. It lives in a pen and eats feed, corn, and vegetable scraps.

My name is Roser Creus, I'm eighty-three years old, I'm from Mollet del Vallès but now I live in Santa Maria de Palautordera.

I'm Maria Ubals, I live in Cabrianes, and today I'm going to make you a recipe for chickpeas seasoned with bacon. We can also season them with just oil, if anyone doesn't like it!

I'm Aurora Mas Galvany, Massicas' widow, and today I feel like making you some vegetable rice. It's the best thing in summer. It's not overpowering. In summer, everyone finds it so, so fresh. It's a dish that goes well because sometimes you have a few vegetables left in the fridge. Some chard, an artichoke... And you clean out the fridge and you have some rice... If you make it with love like I did!

I'm Dolors, I live here in Llagostera, in Can Regolta, and you could say I've always cooked... Oh, I came here because this house used to be my husband's family farm, and my mother-in-law didn't like cooking. I think you've heard this story more than once, right?

Well, look, my name is Agustina Oliveras Calsina. I was born... wait for it...! On September 10, 1942. I was born in the countryside. But we didn't live like farmers at home. My father, since farming wasn't enough to make a living, immediately bought a truck and transported the bricklayers. He'd done this all his life.