The title of this blog post has just annoyed me, so I apologise if it’s grated on you too. What a stupid thing to suggest: A salad dressing made from leftovers. The very nature of leftovers means that everybody’s are different….
Ok, so neither of my grandmothers are Italian. They’re Czech and English, so they’re more about knödel and Sunday roasts than tomato sauce. My Czech great grandmother did once claim to have Italian blood. But her grandson quite rightly pointed out that if she did, it must have come across with the Romans……
One of the great things about my new job is the lunches. A wonderfully civilised part of the day. Cooking, sitting round a table and talking. No more silent desk sandwiches or microwaved soup. But freshly baked olive bread, Thai burgers and meat ragus.
The future of working life….