It’s a beautiful sunny day here in Suffolk today. I don’t know about you but, over the last few weeks, unlike a normal Summer I’ve started to believe that the sun will keep on shining. No-one seems to be complaining about the awful British weather for a change and we are all are actively looking for new topics of conversation.
It has got me thinking about summer holidays and in particular a wonderful June I spent with my husband in Italy. One particular hotel served the most wonderful breakfasts on your own personal patio overlooking the sea. Blue skies and blue sea and the air perfumed with hibiscus. Trays came laden with coffee, tea, cereals in little pots, yoghurts, various jams and – best of all in my greedy opinion – a selection of pastries. And the best pastry of all was a crisp full of buttery almond ness with a dash of apricot and was named the crescentini.