I don’t know, maybe it’s my mood. I can’t find a single thing in this week’s issue that sparks my interest, not even a single sentence. That’s unusual for me. But I’m not going to pretend I’m interested when I’m not. Even my go-to-when-all-else-fails column – Hannah Goldfield’s “Tables For Two” – a reliable source of inspired description, did nothing for me this week. Bloody steak? Braised tripe? Black pudding? No thank you. But wait! There's dessert - something called Queen of Puddings (“a layer of custard topped with raspberry jam and torched tufts of meringue”). I'll have some of that, please.
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