What real use am I to you, the reader, if I don’t endeavour to transport you to another place? If that place isn’t a hillside in Tuscany, then why would you even bother to read on? And do these recipes really serve any purpose if the melodies fail to be as cathartic as that first bite of soft Tuscan rice cake with brown butter and frosted hazelnuts? All valid questions.

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