I’m currently craving fresh bread, balsamic vinegar, and that lovely Italian olive oil my mum hand-imported for me from Tuscany. Thank all the gods that HRH left me his keys today so that I can go out for the vinegar and the bread, otherwise there would be a very nasty Autumn waiting for him when he got home…

See what happens? I go home for twelve days, and my food standards have shot way the hey above what I normally eat. Ruined, I tell you — ruined. Although the ten sliced yellow and orange peppers from the farmers’ market (eighty cents each!) currently freezing on baking sheets in my freezer, along with the raspberries, will go a long way towards soothing my gastronomic snobbery in the coming days.