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I must apologise for the tardiness of my blog lately, I’ve been preparing to come back to Sydney, finding long lost relatives in a beautiful little pocket of Italy and experiencing severe culture shock at the sight of the sunshine, beach, bare brown legs and thongs as everyday footwear.
So until my soul arrives in Bondi (I think it’s still puffing its way somewhere over the Middle East) I’m just re-posting my gorgeous friend Pia’s blog about some sweet marmalade made by my Cousin Hilda in Lecce, Italy, Edible Sunshine.
There’s so much to say about food and how it connects us to a sense of place. This marmalade and the home-made olive oil and the local mozzarella and the sunshine and sea air and sandstone soil that contribute to the produce of this ancient and starkly beautiful part of Italy totally enriched my sense of joy and happiness whilst I was there.
Since coming back to Sydney one of the biggest pleasures has been tasting this country again. A swim at 7am followed by perfect coffee and eggs (eaten with sandy feet and an old bikini slowly seeping a damp imprint into my t-shirt), a glass of white white overlooking the ocean with prawn, mango and mint salad, artisan bread with Hilda’s marmalade – Apulia and NSW working together… The flavours of a late Australian summer bright and strong like the bright blue sky and green ocean.
So there’s much to say but until my battered and confused soul flutters its way through the bedroom window and worms its way back through my ear and into my body (that’s how souls roll isn’t it?), some pictures of Italy and a redirection to one of my favourite blogs.
and finally… some local sunshine food. Pasticioto, filled with a plain custard, pastry buttery, sweet and crumbly. Delicious!
Welcome back honey! x