This is a departure from my usual style of blog. Usually I talk about food, books and theatre; I had to hop on and try to make sense of thoughts tumbling round and round in my head. The country, nay, the world, is in the iron-clad grip of coronavirus. Scenes we have seen unfolding these past few weeks are…
Everything you see I owe to spaghetti. Sophia Loren I adore pasta, in all forms, from fat ribbons of tagliatelle to plump raviolo. I have made pasta from scratch, and loved it, yet my pasta machine is buried deep in the back of the cupboard, like a crammed commuter on the Northern Line. Why don’t I make pasta from scratch…