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![]() ![]() A little homage from your hero is a giddy mouthful indeed. This was pasta you could have eaten for ever, except we were halted by the arrival of two shapely braised veal shins. ![]() We started with a fresh pasta that had wild mushrooms and roughly chopped spinach running through it. ![]() There I was, eating canapes and drinking with her husband, Victor, and herself. Then I was embracing Marcella … I was in Marcella’s flat … And it smelled fantastically of cooking. We found ourselves outside her front door, someone had rung the bell, and I suddenly felt like turning on my heels and running. I must admit I was a little surprised by her home, a high-rise gated community, but this seemed to be the favoured school of architecture along this coastline. I stayed in a hotel that felt like the sort of place in which the Mob would take their summer holidays, just down from where she lived. Why was I quibbling? Marcella had offered to cook pasta for me. ![]() Florida is not round the corner, but strangely it seemed to get closer and closer daily, until the point that it really seemed to be just round the corner. A letter duly returned thanking me, and saying that I must come to Florida to eat her pasta or risotto. To me, this was akin to writing a blurb on the Bible. When Marcella published her autobiography a few years ago, I received a note from her asking me to write something on the back cover. ![]()
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