I first made this in Rome, where I had gone on a whim. I had been having a bad day, and a stranger said, ‘I love your writing.
You seem like you’re having a bad day. I’ve got a spare bedroom in Rome. Come and stay.’ The stranger was called Astrid, and her apartment was perched high on a hill on a cobbled street in Trastevere: a little corner populated by butchers and bakers, and sprawling markets plump with greens and plums and tomatoes of all shapes and sizes and colours.
She had a little terrace, and we dragged the table out there and ate this.Prep time: 10 minutesTwoRecipe from Midnight Chicken: And Other Recipes Worth Living For by Ella Risbridger (Bloomsbury, £22).
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