Eat Me: Love, Sex and the Art of Eating. Alexandra Antonioni

froth then add the Marsala and a huge pinch of love.

      It’s kind of like an uncooked Zabaglione, although much lighter and without the Savoyard biscuits.

      The happy couple are meant to share a bowl of this every morning to ensure virility in him and fertility in her.

      N.B. My Nonna died at the ripe old age of 97, and a wiser woman I have yet to meet.

PINK CLOUD

       Rose-Tinted Rapture

      Knowing you is such delicious torment.

      RALPH WALDO EMERSON

      

My, oh my, things are going well. You have now crossed the relationship Rubicon and are officially in that delicious stage commonly referred to as ‘Pink Cloud’.

      You lucky people.

      You have so much to look forward to. This is my favourite bit (which explains a lot about me). By now it’s clear that you are both very keen, although neither of you has actually said anything you can just feel it and see it written in each other’s eyes.

      You are slowly starting to discover each other’s characteristics and foibles, layer by layer, much like peeling an onion, and you get a real kick out of doing fairly mundane things together like, supermarket shopping, travelling to work, going to the gym, etc. They are all so much more fun, a deux.

      Operating in Pink Cloud ensures that when you go out to dinner it seems for all the world as if the two of you are the only people in the restaurant, existing in your own little bubble. Invariably you are the last to leave and the waiters usually end up sweeping up around you, but even then you are having so much fun you can’t bear the evening to end and search out a late night bar so you can carry on talking and touching, thrilled by the simple fact of being together.

      You have gone from only seeing each other on Saturday nights to spending the whole of Sunday together in blessed and blissful Pink Cloud rapture. For the culinary goddess this presents the perfect opportunity to dazzle him, but it does mean getting just a little organised in preparation for those dreamy weekends you now spend joined at the hip.

EASY LIKE SUNDAY MORNING

       Brilliant Brunches

      Here’s to me and here’s to you and here’s to love and laughter.

      I’ll be true as long as you and not one moment after.

      IRISH BREAKFAST TOAST

      

Your eyes flutter open, it’s Sunday morning – well, just, it’s 11.55am. You snuggle closer to your still sleeping bed mate, sigh contentedly and let your mind wander.