I've been wandering around my father's garden in the afternoon sun whilst plotting dinner and lunch for the next few days - my brain ticking over with all sorts of delectable edible things. Having grown up in a household where the backyard garden is full of fruit, vegetables and flowers, I can't help but think about food. Tonight calls for pappa al pomodoro, a Tuscan bread and tomato soup. The greengage plums, so sweet and brilliant green, will be made into a birthday frangipani tart for Felicity.
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