The cookbook I sort of once wrote

Being ignored by publishers

I’d always wanted to write a cookbook, though I was told that was something that other people did. That I wasn’t ‘famous enough’ for that.

A book where I’d tell you stories about embers of olive wood, smouldering on an ancient brazier next to the old walls of a bygone farmhouse in the light of the late sun of a Provencal afternoon. A pair of rabbits hel…