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“There is something fragrant to touch at every turn; scented geranium leaves to rub or pots of thyme to tear at. Such temptations would be spotted at any time of year but today, in this scorching sunshine, everything is heightened; the intensity of rose oil from the pelargonium leaves, lemon from the thyme and even the peppermint and pepper and notes of potted basil sing loud and true in the bright sunlight. Butterflies-- pale-blue hoppers, cabbage whites and even red admirals- head from bloom to bloom, one even coming to see what is on my plate.”

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Book:A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts
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A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

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Nigel Slater
Nigel Slater

Nigel Slater is a distinguished British writer known for his culinary expertise and literary contributions. Born on April 9, 1958, Slater has made substantial contributions to the field of gastronomy through his cookbooks, columns, and television appearances. His work often centers on the joy of cooking and the significance of food in daily life. more

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