Beloved had his annual high school reunion the other weekend, whereupon a pack of men stepped over the threshold of our house and instantly regressed to teenagers. I love these men, almost as much as I love Beloved, but the wives had decided to wisely stay away, apart from one brave soul, and I thought it best to provide lots of food and drink, then disappear and leave them to it.
I had recently read an article in one of the English papers listing best summer recipes. I wish I could remember w...
Published on September 08, 2010 13:16