Food for thought.
SPRING FEVER
‘O, to be in England/Now that April’s there…’ wrote Robert Browning. Given that he was in northern Italy at the time, where spring is spectacularly beautiful, I suspect he must have forgotten how cold and wet it can be – ‘ne’er cast a clout till May be out’ and all that.
I adore spring, and April is possibly my very favourite month. Buds pop up their heads, ready to burst with promise. The sun glimmers between the showers. Everyone seems a little lighter and brighter. All I can think about is scoffing as many native oysters as I can before their season ends, and (as those first young vegetables appear in the shops) eating dishes like navarin of lamb and spring veg – oh, and lots of purple sprouting broccoli (see p48).