today, the newsletter is an optimistic daydream with some menu suggestions. But perhaps next weekend it will transform, as if by magic, into a giant gingham blanket lain on plush soft grass. And we will all be able to take a seat and help ourselves to a grand array of treats, served from the clingfilm-(or beeswax cloth)-covered bowls, the old takeaway containers and ice-cream tubs, thermoses, and the paper packages that are arranged upon it.
I love looking at romanescos so much it can be hard to bring myself to cut into them. They’re so beautiful in a sculptural, alien sort of way, like a vegetable from another planet. But I always do manage to get over their beauty and to cook with them, and that’s because I know that they taste even better than they look.