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A dream

May 14, 2012

I have a perennial fantasy: we’re in south Devon, on a balmy lunchtime, taking in the sea air and basking in the August sun. There’s a whole crab, a lemon, some mayonnaise and a loaf of good crusty bread on the table. In a bucket of ice there’s a couple of good bottles of champagne. There’s a green salad and later there’ll be some strawberries – warm from the sun and drippingly ripe – with a jug of jersey cream. If you can think of a greater gastronomic experience, I’d like to hear of it.

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