I'm Tamsin Hickson, I live on an olive farm in Le Marche in Central Italy with my husband, sons, father, cats, dog, chickens, ducks (until Christmas).
recipes
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Lemon Risotto
This is a recipe that Sam found and loves to prepare. He takes over the kitchen, and between shouting endless queries to me “where’s the vegetable stock” and “Can’t find the lemon zester” casually informs Jasper that once he has finished the war torn cooking zone will be his to repair. Irritating though it [...]
Italian
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Headmistresses, or the secret of eternal youth
“Hey, dear!”
Two small words, but enough to strike dread into the hearts of all 600 teenage girls at Rustenburg Girls High School in the seventies. By the time we heard them, delivered in a hoarse whisper, it was too late. Miss Thomson’s crepe soled shoes meant she moved with lethal silence along the [...]
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Books, trees and pebbles… Aldo spent our holiday immersed in international crime noir. He started with Jean Claude Izzo’s MARSEILLES TRILOGY, took a short refreshing break with Iain Pears DEATH AND RESTORATION then plunged headlong into Shanghai guided by Qiu Xiaolong’s A CASE OF TWO CITIES. I explored the world of creativity with IMAGINE, HOW CREATIVITY WORKS by Jonah Lehrer. It’s filled with fascinating ideas and interesting tests most of which I tried out on Aldo. It was a while before I noticed that the blank stare turned in my direction as I posed yet another intriguing mind bender had a noirish tinge to it…
Who knows why he wasn’t more open to my frank assessment of the way his mind works? Anyway, try this one at home: Mary and Martha are sisters, born to the same parents, on the same hour of the same day in the same year. But they are not twins.
I’ll post the answer (for those of you open-minded enough to have given it some thought…) on Wednesday.
Further differences in attitude can be detected in our choice of things to bring home. Aldo collected seeds of trees which he wrapped carefully in newspaper, planning to plant them here and create a tiny corner of Sicily in our garden.
I collected pebbles. 
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rural life
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A wet sheet and a flowing sea
a wind that follows fast
and fills the white and rustling sail
and bends the gallant mast
Allan Cunningham 1825
Two weeks of being snowed in makes me long for the sea. I imagine walking along the beach while we’re digging out a path [...]
family life
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Summer nights…
Summer evenings are our reward for surviving (seemingly) endless days of over 35°degrees. We gather outside to eat by candlelight, wonder whether the flames are guttering due to a tiny breeze (before realising it was just a passing cat) and speculate on the probability of tomorrow being a little cooler. Finally, overcome by yawns, we [...]
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I’m ashamed to say, I went of and looked for the answer – couldn’t resist! now I’m intriuged by this book. did you get it via amazon?