The other working day, I examine a long and detailed recipe for ravioli crammed with paté-like meat and served with reduced meat glaze. It was so in depth, and in these smaller handwriting, that – like a novel with several figures and a complex plot – I had to
The flat, on the third floor of a 1900s block just off Viale Angelico (it means Angelic Avenue) was warm and smelled of wax, clementines, simmering broth and fabric softener. Everyone arrived at noon and put their coats on the spare bed. Conversation and laughter filled the room as
Last weekend, my sister-in-law, Kate, was chopping parsley at a friend’s kitchen table, a place we both know well. The parsley was from my mum’s garden, a huge bunch that seemed even greener against the white table. There were lots of people about, adults and children, either doing things in
In the middle months of the pandemic, when we could go out, but not far, I kept meeting the same people in well-spaced queues, and saying the same things. “We’re fine, but climbing the walls,” “Zoom”, “sorry”, “mask”, “dog”. I also found myself talking about parties.
At first, it