Welcome to May
My charming husband-to-be often likes to point out that I have a nose of a bloodhound I like to think of it as my superpower (I can track food from far distances) and for that I am grateful and proud. I can also – and I know I’m not alone in this – be instantly transported to another time or a place with a whiff of a decent dinner. Baking pastry takes me back to my maternal grandmother’s Cotswold kitchen. What that woman couldn’t bake isn’t worth knowing. White pepper reminds me of my paternal grampy, who douses every meal with the stuff. He also eats whole raw onions like apples. Proper ripe tomatoes, the kind that smell of their vine and the sunshine, remind me of the hot streets…