Charlotte (notice I use her first name familiarly! Having shared a High Tea with her last weekend at Better Read Than Dead, I don’t feel right referring to her coldly as Wood anymore.)
Anyway…Charlotte weaves family anecdotes and personal vignettes together with her favourite recipes.
I have already made Charlotte’s hedgehog slice to great acclaim and I have the puys lentils and chicken stock firmly in my sights.
Charlotte reminds me that cooking is an act of love. That food, the aroma of it cooking, the taste and textures of it, stay with us for life. Food is memory.
Sharing a meal is a lovely way to bring together family and friends, to create a mood, a memory and magic.
Sadly, Charlotte had lost her voice for the High Tea and most of her observations were made via her good friend Stephanie Clifford-Smith, who filled in admirably.
Even with a large group of virtual strangers gathered around a bookshop table, food (and tea and maybe a glass of wine or 2) had the power to bring us all together, opening up about our food stories and sharing our food memories.
The best part, though, was sharing this fulfilling experience with the lovely Thea and the wonderful GirlBooker and her partner.