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Curiosity and gentle remembrance lie at the heart of your love of food (and life) but this time the title, the inciting incident, the recollections of the younger man in Milan, make this your most Proustian piece – oil and garlic replacing a madeleine dipped in lime-flower tea. Proust however wrote in bed in a cork lined room, enriching world literature but deepening his malaise; you are out with your son, cooking and creating, helping not only your malaise but ours too.

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