My better cooking happens when my pockets are full of ingredients from the woods, the mountains and my vegetable plot. You perhaps ought to know that I have a romantic obsession with the Palaeolithic and Neolithic eras, so it may be helpful for you to imagine, as I do, when trying out one of my seasonal suggestions, that you are living a few thousand years ago when communities gathered ingredients together and spent time preparing food. I notice that time slows down so much that I can feel it passing. It is at these savoury times that I am at my happiest and so it is reasonable to say that this ...
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