I’ve misled you with the picture I know, as I’m not talking about blackjack and roulette, free drinks whilst you play and whoops and yells of delight as you pocket mountains of cash.
I found a recipe in one of my old notebooks at the end of last year – a recipe I don’t think I’d ever made in England but which I must have jotted down from somewhere to have on hand for the right moment. That right moment is apparently during the restoration of an Italian farmhouse in below-zero temperatures.
For the very observant of you out there you will see a new title squeezed in between the usual options at the top of the page. Along with ‘A little bit of history …’, ‘Contact me …’ and ‘Home’ you’ll see the sparkly new heading of ‘Rustico Renovation …’
Happy New Year to all of you … those crawling from their beds nursing hangovers who are starting the day with a handful of peanuts and a slice of leftover Christmas cake for breakfast, and those who we all envy who’ve been up since 7am and already managed a couple of chores and a brisk morning walk. I fall into neither of these categories having got up at a sensible hour and only had two espresso coffees and no breakfast (but only because we finished the Christmas cake last night!)